What a pensive morning. I'm going to pick up my Grandma in a few minutes, to take her to DE to visit her dying son, my Uncle Steve.
Posted by
landbeck
Mar 25 '17, 06:39
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He's in hospice with advanced Parkinson's, and probably will be unconscious.
This is her second son to pre-decease her. My Uncle Mike was killed in a motorcycle accident 25 years ago.
Her husband, my Grandpa, died of congestive heart failure 20 years ago.
We've never talked, my Grandma and I, about the common heartache we share of having lost a child. This will be an end of affliction for my Uncle Steve, he has been so sick for so long, but that doesn't lessen the sorrow I know Grandma is feeling. She's never been one to talk or dwell on feeling, so I would be surprised if she shares thoughts like that on the two-hour round trip. I've always been the more talky/feely one in the family.
We live in a mortal world, and I know that grief is the price we pay for loving each other. It is worth it, even after all the weight and burden of so many sad hours.
Spare a moment and give someone you love an extra-long hug today.
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