I lost my only grandmother this week.
She was 74 years old, she died of a massive stroke.
My grandfather was with her when it happened, he said she threw her hands to her head and then collapsed to the ground. My mother made it there before the ambulance, they held her hand and she was responsive when the ambulance arrived.
By the time they got to the hospital she was unconscious. They life flighted her to another hospital, but by the time she got there her life was being supported by machines.
This was not a wish of my grandmother, so they removed her from life support. After 3 hours off the machines, she passed. Less than 24 hours from the stroke. She died the same day her mother did, 34 years later. From the same cause.
Right before she passed my grandfather kissed her and told her he loved her and that he’d see her in heaven. He left to go to the lounge, and after he left my aunt whiped a single tear from my grandmother’s eye. She was completely unconscious and unresponsive, but she had one tear for my grandfather. They haven’t told him yet, he was too emotional at the time.
This tear gives me hope. My grandparent’s undying love gives me hope.
I love you grandma. You were the only grandmother I ever knew. Grandma Henderson died before I was born. I wish I could have seen you one last time before you went, but I’m glad it was quick and, hopefully, painless. I’m glad you didn’t have to suffer.
I’ll miss you… we’ll miss you. <3
