As my end of the month deadline for posting a blog has arrived, the end of a life has given me the need to write. My grandma Tapley, my last grandparent, passed away this morning. Last week while she was in the hospital, after I finished an appointment at the same hospital, I stopped by her room to visit. She held on to my hand so tight and after asking what I could do for her, she requested that I stay with her and tell her stories. She promptly fell asleep, but I stayed by her side for a bit and listened to her snore. Those moments listening to her snore are now my most precious memories of me and my grandma Tapley as they are the only moments we shared just the two of us. I feel extremely grateful that my last words to my grandma were sentiments of love.
Thanks was given to Grandma this afternoon when rummaging through the house for her Will. After hours of searching through drawers and closets, envelopes and boxes, nooks and crannies, bills and coins, my mom sat her armload down and exclaimed, "Ok, Doris. Where is it?" No sooner had she finished her exclamation when the bottom of the plastic Walmart sack I had just picked up busted open and out dropped the Will. Thanks Grandma.
There are few sweeter words than "grandma" and I already miss having someone to call that.
Rest easy Grandma.
