Last Monday, my wife’s grandmother (Her mom’s mom) died after ninety-four years of life.
As far as deaths go, it was a good one. No serious illness, no long hospital stay and very little discomfort. Her body simply decided it was time to shut down. And despite a frail body, her mind was razor sharp right up until the end. It always surprised me the things she remembered.
One year I was driving her to my mother-in-law’s for Thanksgiving and I noticed she was enjoying the radio station I had on, so I raised the volume a little. Well, from that day on, she always talked about how nice it was that I raised the volume for her.
She also had a special relationship with the family cat. He’ll let anyone hold him, but he stayed in her arms much longer than anyone else in the family. Probably because she whispered to him how beautiful he was. I swear he must’ve understood what she was saying because rather than running underfoot as he does with everyone else, he calmly walked beside her.
From time to time, like any grandparent, she got on our nerves. But I really think that’s part of the job when you earn your grandparent badge, so I can’t hold that against her. It was part of her charm to be a pain in the butt.
The wake was Friday, followed by the burial yesterday and it was an exhausting day, both mentally and physically, for my family. But now grandma’s in her final resting place and as a bonus silver lining, a certain amount of family drama can finally come to an end. This will be a huge weight off my mother-in-law’s shoulders, which, in turn, is a huge weight off my wife’s.