Thursday, September 25, 2014
Well, my grandmother passed away yesterday afternoon-ish. She went peacefully in her bed while my dad was at work. That was actually what she wanted. She didn’t want my dad to be there, to have to watch that happen. It’s been a little unusual for me to process. She’s the first person to pass away that I wasn’t surprised. She had been slowly declining in health for some time. Her dementia had been getting worse. She was totally dependent on my dad for basic needs. When I was picking up my Rx’s last week and hanging out with my dad, he had told me he was pretty sure the end was coming. Her frailty was increasing and the things she was saying, whether lucid or not, were leading him to believe it was so. Sure enough, two weeks later, she’s gone.
I’m sad she’s gone, of course. The lack of surprise is making things a little difficult to process. For me the shock factor and the grief have always been tied together. It feels strange to be missing an element. I’m also sad for my dad. He has no parents left alive. I know this part is just as hard on him as taking care of her for the last few years has been. And I’m not sure what is going to happen to my family/household dynamic now. My parents are separated, but mom lives here in my dad’s house. Things are going to change and I’m not sure what that will mean.
On the same day, at almost the same time as these events, we finally got the car inspected as per the request of insurance agencies. As predicted, the cost to repair the car will exceed the car's value. Duh. And, just to take it a step further, the car isn't safe to drive. Which I have been driving. And as it's our only car here at the house, I'm probably going to keep driving because I have to get to school somehow.
In the meantime, I have a chemistry test tomorrow to get through and an anatomy/physiology exam on Tuesday. I also have a wedding to attend this weekend. Things should slow down a little bit after that, hopefully.