Forgive me for a moment while I feel a little sorry for myself.
But I'm wodering if there's such a thing as good grief. The kind of crying that you do when you're so touched by an idea that it feels like pain. No, I'm not on drugs or even an alcohol buzz. It's 8am here which is much too early for either.
What brings me to this is my Grandmother. Almost a year ago, I got a telephone call that my 94 year old Grandmother had been taken to the ER and would probably not come out. Miraculously she did make it out of the hospital and into nursing care until yesterday about noon.
It was determined a year ago that she had terminal colon cancer that would slowly take her life. At 94, it's sadly pointless to administer chemo because it puts such a tax on the heart. So during the months I made the trek to see her as often as possible. Every time I was blindingly suprised by the fact that not only was she completely aware of her condition even though she was being administered regular doses of morphine, but she couldn't stop talking about seeing and being with Grandfather again.
When he passed in 2000 they had been married 72 years. They were lovers from the tender age of 14, had 11 children together, and had seen the loss of 2 of those children throughout the course of their marriage. And there she was, lying in her nursing home bed worrying about him seeing her with her swollen tummy. She actually told me that she hoped that her "new body" wouldn't have that "bump". She giggled when she said it. I was touched. In times like these it's hard to know what real love is between people. You love your children, but your spouse.....well, after a few years it gets easier to ignore what you felt years before. Imagine feeling that way for over 70 years.
Grandmother left us yesterday and I did cry but I wondered why I was crying when she was so excited about leaving. Could it be possible that I was happy for her, or was it because a part of my own life was gone? Is that selfish? To cry over what you lost when someone dies...or is it our selfish nature to be sad that something was taken from you?
Is there such a thing as good grief?
I guess I'll find out when I'm at the funeral home tonight.
BTW, I have to thank LoungeMachine.
You taught me something the other night and I really appreciate it.
But I'm wodering if there's such a thing as good grief. The kind of crying that you do when you're so touched by an idea that it feels like pain. No, I'm not on drugs or even an alcohol buzz. It's 8am here which is much too early for either.
What brings me to this is my Grandmother. Almost a year ago, I got a telephone call that my 94 year old Grandmother had been taken to the ER and would probably not come out. Miraculously she did make it out of the hospital and into nursing care until yesterday about noon.
It was determined a year ago that she had terminal colon cancer that would slowly take her life. At 94, it's sadly pointless to administer chemo because it puts such a tax on the heart. So during the months I made the trek to see her as often as possible. Every time I was blindingly suprised by the fact that not only was she completely aware of her condition even though she was being administered regular doses of morphine, but she couldn't stop talking about seeing and being with Grandfather again.
When he passed in 2000 they had been married 72 years. They were lovers from the tender age of 14, had 11 children together, and had seen the loss of 2 of those children throughout the course of their marriage. And there she was, lying in her nursing home bed worrying about him seeing her with her swollen tummy. She actually told me that she hoped that her "new body" wouldn't have that "bump". She giggled when she said it. I was touched. In times like these it's hard to know what real love is between people. You love your children, but your spouse.....well, after a few years it gets easier to ignore what you felt years before. Imagine feeling that way for over 70 years.
Grandmother left us yesterday and I did cry but I wondered why I was crying when she was so excited about leaving. Could it be possible that I was happy for her, or was it because a part of my own life was gone? Is that selfish? To cry over what you lost when someone dies...or is it our selfish nature to be sad that something was taken from you?
Is there such a thing as good grief?
I guess I'll find out when I'm at the funeral home tonight.
BTW, I have to thank LoungeMachine.
You taught me something the other night and I really appreciate it.
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