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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Sometimes Death is welcomed....

One of my best friends elderly grandfather just passed away yesterday morning..She had been here for Thanksgiving showing me a pic of her grand dad that had been taken hours earlier.. til that moment I didn't know much about the man but I remember that seeing his picture tugged at my heart.. he was bed ridden and suffering from alzheimers..I remember thinking what a terrible way to live..It also brought back memories of my own grandpa who died a year ago.. he too was bedridden after suffering a series of back to back massive strokes that left him severly brain damaged and unable to walk...I remembered going to the hospital to see him and thinking, "this is not my grandpa" eventually I had to stop going.. I couldn't take it no more.. he didn't even know we were there...I missed him teasing me and calling me "Maruca".. my grandpa lasted like that for 2 years...countless infections, pneumonia more times than I can remember... in the end they wanted to amputate his legs...my mom and her bros decided against it at most the amputation would have bought him a few more weeks..they drugged him up and made him as comfortable as possible...I remember the staff was in love with my family b/c of the way they took care of grandpa... everyday someone from the family was there.. we bathed him, shaved him, gave him manicures.. talked to him as if he heard us.. decorated his room with cards... yet as much as we loved him it was a relief when he died.. because we knew his suffering was finally over...when she got the call that he had passed on in his sleep, my mother smiled and said, "Thank you God"....
I understood why she was thanking God.. so when my friend called me this morning to tell me the news about her grandpa passing away in his sleep. I thanked God as well for taking him as he slept and ending his suffering...
I guess sometimes death is welcomed...sometimes it's a relief as well as a release...

Labels: death, friends, funerals