Groggily, I said yes, and I got dressed; my mind was racing, but my body was sluggish. The only thing I could think was "Oh, my god... I need to let her know that, even though we used to fight all the time, I love her. I need to reconsile." Those of you who know me in real life, know that I have a great respect for those who are passing and those who have passed.
I needed to make sure my grandmother knew that I love her.
We arrived at the nursing home a little before 9:00 am (seeing as it wasn't that far from my house) and we (the family slowly crowding in as well) dwelled about in her room. She lay there, pale and fragile-looking, eyes half-closed; she was skinny. Very, very skinny. I bet she only weighed like 70-something pounds. But that's beside the point.
We spent a couple of hours by her side, getting her what she wanted--mostly drinks, because she kept saying she was thirsty--and waiting. Waiting for her to end her suffering. I told her multiple times, over the loud near-growling of her oxygen machine, that I loved her. I felt so much better knowing she said it back.
It was my mother, her fiancee, my Aunt Sally and her boyfriend, my Uncle Scott and Missy, my sister and I who sat around her, telling her its okay to let go and she should be happy. (A few other family members showed up after that.)
I watched my grandmother take her last couple of breaths and lay still. I was kneeling beside her bed, with my uncle and aunt, and broke into sobs, burying my face in my hands. I really couldn't believe... she was gone.
After that was a little of a blur, and I was somehow on the other side of her bed, holding her cold, bony hand, and sobbing more.
That wasn't the first time I've been in the presence of a dead body. I went to my old neightbor's viewing... and there was the time I came across the scene of a car accident, in which a pedestrian was struck (I saw his foot from around the crime scene's attempt to hide in--not that I wanted to go see it in the first place.)
That was, however, the first time I actually watched a person die. It was nothing like movies or tv; no, it was much subtler than that. No final words, no slumping over... just quiet, the chest stopping its rhythmic rise and fall. She had finally let go and moved onto a better life.
I also haven't been hit by the huge wave of grief yet. My emotions shut off; my body reacts to them, but I don't feel them.
I'm still debating whether I should go to school or stay home tomorrow. I should go, but I will just end up bawling my eyes out when my friends ask me about it.
I'm sorry I bothered you all with this. =/
-Mai