I went and saw my Grandmother, Ella Mae on Christmas Day. She has become so weak and has lost a lot of weight from not eating. Yesterday my mother called me to tell me that Grams had been put on a IV. I left from work because I wanted to be there with my family. Hospice has been called in. She is alert and talkative. Talking about seeing her parents again and holding her baby that was stillborn. But in the midst of all of that-she said she wanted to stay with us for as long as she could. This is a difficult time for all of us, but especially for my mother. We all know that Grams is going to a better place, but it still hurts. I woke up last nite at 11:30 and went to the couch with the dogs(they seem to comfort me). I realized that she is my last grandparent. I've always been really close with her since I was little-dressing up in her red high-heeled shoes. I have so many memories of staying with her when I was little and when I was a teenager. Memories that I will treasure.
Please pray for Ella Mae-and her journey.
21 hours ago