my grandma died around 3 am this morning in her sleep. i hope, when it's my turn, that i can do the same.
interestingly enough this year marks 25 yrs. since my grandpa died and she's be lonely for him all this time. also, she died the way her mother died. my great grandma was spending the weekend with my grandparents and when my grandma went in to wake her mom one morning she had died in her sleep.
not sure yet on timing, but we'll be heading to wv for her burial maybe sunday or monday.
i am sad but i am happy for her. oddly enough one of the hard things is telling people face to face about it. good morning...how are you today? oh, fine, my grandma died. then people of course want to console you and say nice things and that's when i lose my shit and want to bawl. outpourings of kindness release me.
and random things keep running through my head about the eulogy. i can say my things about her, the things she's meant to me or my memories, but i don't know how to be that voice for all. there's no way in hell i'd be able to read it. hell, the hubs and i wrote our own wedding vows and on the video you can't even really hear what i'm saying because i'm crying---though obviously not the same kind of tears.
i'm glad maw-maw did not linger and i'm glad she didn't die tomorrow. not only will it be friday the 13th but it's also my dad's birthday. that would suck to have your mom die on your birthday.