Bye, Gramma
Well, my grandmother passed away early yesterday morning of pancreatic cancer, not quite a month after she was diagnosed.
Though Amanda and I spent some time with her before Christmas (Amanda baked her muffins, and we hand-made her Christmas cards and brought her flowers), and I got to see her during Christmas with the rest of my extended family, I wasn’t fully aware of the severity of her sickness and put off going to see her again after New Year’s. My mom called me at about 9:30 in the morning to tell me that she had flown back into town (she had barely been back in California a week) because gramma was “going”. I got out of bed and started getting dressed and literally not five minutes later she called back to tell me she was gone. Her first oncologist appointment wasn’t for another two weeks.
I feel awful about not seeing her in the hospital, but I’m glad I got to see her during Christmas. It was very surreal going over to her house after work yesterday knowing that she wouldn’t be there, and never would be again. That’s it: I don’t have any grandparents anymore. It’s a strange feeling.
