We always say "better luck next year".
I hoped that, but did I get it? Nope, not so much
The year 2011 has started off horribly.
The Wednesday after Christmas I found out
that my aunt was in critical condition. Here I am, watching my parents leave for the hospital, tears in my eyes, not knowing what to do.
I decide to go to the mall (thinking that a little fresh air would do the trick)...and thats when I decide to call my dad. He tells me that things are going downhill for Jill and that she is probably not going to make the night. Of course when I hear this I am in the mens department. I am trying to shield my sobbing face as I try to find the exit. I must get to my car so I can be emotional in peace. The guy in the car next to me must think I am a crazy mess.
John and I decide to jet to harborview to see Jills condition. You know its serious when she has to be helicoptered in. We find out that she had a brain aneurysm. The doctor said that they could not do anything for her. It literally felt like someone drilled into my heart and my head. I was overwhelmingly heavy with feelings of loss.
I literally had to watch them pull the plug. Worst feeling ever. It was just Sunday that I worked on a sandblasting project with her. Its surreal knowing that she is already gone.
Jewels died December 29th. She was only 55.
While my aunt was at Harborview, my gram was at St. Joeseph's Hospital, recovering from back surgery. Gram was in extreme pain and we had no idea what to do for her. It was enough to see my aunt.
Before we left Saint Joes I went up to grammie and looked directly into her eyes. Grammie said I will love you always and I said always and forever. Right after that it hit me that Gram wasn't going to be here for much longer. I started crying, uncontrollably, in dads arms. Man, I am the emotional copy of my dad.
We then here that Gram was going to be transferred to Saint Francis in a "taxi". Chrissy, Tara and I were freaking out. She cannot get into a cab...she just had surgery on her back, man, come on! Well at least this was a van cab, but still Grams body is super sensitive right now. She cannot afford to stand up and get into a wheelchair. We wanted to steal grammie...
On January 6 my dad tells me that gram isn't doing too well...the next day I hear that she is falling slowly. I call in and jet to my grandparents. My dad and I head to Saint Francis where we find grammie laying unresponsive (well to my knowledge). It was hard seeing her like this, in pain, unable to talk. Dad and I held both of her hands, watching her and telling her how much we love her. Occasionally she would open her eyes and lift up her hands and mouth some words.
Seeing my dad was probably one of the hardest things...I cannot imagine how painful it was for him to see his mom like this, knowing that she might pass at any moment.
Grammie died January 9th. (Jewels funeral was on this day)
Grammie was one of the sweetest ladies ever. I still have the blanket that she gave me when I was 7. Every time I would visit her she would tell me "when are we going to get you a new blanket?" and I would reply "never gram!"
Now she is in a better place, without any pain and suffering. A place where she can reunite with grandpa. Someday I will see grammie again in Heaven.
I will forever miss Jewels and Grammie. We always wish that we had more time...cherish every moment that you have with your loved ones because you never know when they will be taken from you.
