When I was over at mom and dad's on Wednesday evening, dad had me searching for a certain movie that he wanted me to watch with him. I had pulled all the DVDs and a pile of books out of the book case in my feeble attempt to find it. As I was sifting through DVDs and VHS the phone rang, it was the nursing home. They needed to speak to mom, but she had already left to go to church. I sat back down to my losing attempt at finding this movie and speculated with dad what that phone call could mean. We both were in agreeance that grandma had probably passed. A few minutes later I heard mom drive up, so I quickly put everything back where it belonged the best I could. Dad and I sort of both held our breaths waiting for mom to come in the room, when she did her face was twisted with grief and all she could say was "mama died." I went over to her and gave her a hug and held onto her for a minute and told her how sorry I was. I think at the moment we all sort of shifted from dad to mom. What we didn't realize was that dad was getting a front seat view of how his passing might look.
Grandma Mary stayed with dad while I drove mom down to grandpas. He had spent all day with grandma, so like mom, he had an idea that she might pass soon. When we walked into his house, mom went up to him and told him. You could tell that it was difficult news to hear. His face took on a whole new dimension, one of instant despair. I watched as mom tried to comfort him and decided it was best if I stepped outside for a moment. Before we left I went back in to say goodbye to him and patted him on the back. 87 year old men don't hug men... We proceeded to the nursing home where we found grandma lying in her bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck. She looked like she was sleeping, but her skin was a different color, there was no rosiness to it. Mom stood at the foot of her bed and gazed at her for a few minutes and then we went into the hallway and found a nurse. Hospice hadn't gotten there yet, but they were on the way.
We were taken to a empty room to sit in private. Mom's preacher soon came out to speak with mom. She cried and seemed to be focused on how she had been praying that "they" wouldn't go at the same time... Dad and Grandma... She was just so thankful that dad was still here. They prayed while I slipped out and went back to sit with grandma.
When we got back to the house, my sister Teresa and my niece brittany were there. I said "hey" to them and checked in with dad. He seemed to be lost in all of this. I can tell by his eyes when he's lost or despondent. I tried to imagine what he must have been feeling at that moment. Helpless to do anything... He was upset mainly because he couldn't comfort mom when she needed it most, and I imagine he felt pretty guilty for being on the cusp of leaving her too. I squeezed his knee, and rubbed his leg that was buried beneath soft blue microfiber and smiled at him in a way that told him I loved him. Wonder if that gives him comfort? I know it would me. Anyway, I went back to the back bedroom where mom was sitting thumbing through the phone book trying to find phone numbers. Her hands were shaking terribly, so I sat down beside her and took the book out of her hands and found the numbers for her. She had to call people to tell them about her mom passing. It has to be a hard thing to have to do, I don't look forward to it, but it has to be a release as well. You seem to be announcing that your loved one has gone, like uncorking a champagne bottle, all your emotions spilling out. You cry enough and you tell enough people till you eventually run out of tears and emotional energy. That is what happened to mom, eventually anyway.
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