Death is inevitable. We are all born dying. You know its going to happen at some point, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with it.
Some of you may know that my grandmother was put in the hospital twelve days ago because she simply didn't feel good. She'd been battling with bronchitis, but said she was breathing better. After arriving at the hospital, her blood pressure was up which was likely the culprit of her not feeling good. She was admitted and mid-week began to feel better.
At the end of the same week, she starting refusing therapy and said she couldn't get out of bed. This past Sunday she was vomiting old blood that had been in her stomach for a long time. After testing, they found out that her kidneys were beginning to shut down. After they shut down, its only a matter of time before everything else follows suit.
My granny is 92 years old. She has 12 children by birth and 4 stepchildren for a total of 16. She's outlived her husband by 26 years and three of her children. My memories of my grandmother are huge Sunday dinners with kids and grandkids in attendance, playing in the weeping willow at her house, the fly swat she used sometimes to keep my brother and I in line while we were at her house (the metal end, mind you, not the floppy plastic part!). She is a sweet and loving person, but could be firm and discipline when needed. She always did everything she could for us. When I was in college at UK, not a weekend went by that she didn't send food back with me and give me a little cash just to help me out. I will always think of her whenever I see a cardinal or red bird. Those were her favorite!