Loss

This Wednesday at approximately 4:30 am, my grandmother passed away. Its sad; a tragic loss. Its hard to lose a loved one. Its like a small pebble dropped in a placid pond: it still makes a big wake. But I have to say, death has probably been the best thing to happen to my grandma in the past four years. Now, before you judge, you have to understand. My grandfather died before my grandmother. He was her everything. If you read a previous post of mine, you'll see that she gave up EVERYTHING she wanted out of her life just to be with him. And I respect pure and true love like theirs.

So after he died, she sort of slipped out of reality. It was like life had no further meaning. Food was tasteless; her thirst unquenchable. She had literally lost her other half; he was ripped away from her. Soon after his shortcoming, she started to show heavy signs of dementia. It was absolutely painful to watch. To see some one's mind slowly deteriorate in front of you is something you don't simply forget. And she grieved. She grieved like every yesterday was her husband's death. Eventually, she truly lost sight of reality and was unable to take care of herself. She was put into a nursing facility four years ago, and her health had been a steady decline ever since. She was depressed and always thought Hank, my grandpa, was in the other room, and she was just waiting for him to get her and leave and go back home. It tore my mom and aunt apart, it was impossibly challenging for them to deal with it. Because they already lost their dad, and they were watching their mother slip away.

Four years later after surgeries and multiple medical treatments, my grandmother passed away peacefully. Now she's finally with my grandfather. And although I have no grandparents now, and my mother has no mother or father of her own, I cant help but think:

this is for the best.