Finally, some peace

My grandmother passed away Thursday night. She hasn't known who I am for over 10 years now. I remember going to visit her my junior or senior year in high school, and she looked at me with those beautiful "Murray" eyes, but she wasn't there. She was blank inside. She didn't demand 'some sugar' like she always used to. She didn't tell me how beautiful I was becoming. She just stared at me quizzically. That was the last time I saw her. I couldn't bare to go back. That woman in the wheelchair was not my grandmother.

Finally, she can have peace. She can remember who she is. I hope that she is smiling down on us right now. I imagine she is watching me and my family. Now she can see that she is a great grandmother, and she can take delight in watching my son grow into a little boy.

Finally, my father can have peace. He has had many rough years leading to this. He had to take power of attorney over both his parents. That has to be a very difficult thing to do. He called last night to tell me the news, and he almost sounded happy. I am sure he is relieved that my grandmother can be herself again.

Wow. I didn't think I'd cry when she finally let go. I guess I was wrong. I'm just happy that she can now be with God.

I love you, Nanny.