It is bizzare isn’t it? I’ll be packing to go home and it seems rather weird to be “going home for a funeral” for someone who isn’t dead yet. Her systems are shutting down and she’s no longer eating (not hungry). So there really is nothing to be done but make her comfortable. Due to an uncommon neurological condition, her mind is mostly gone – so she has no interest in what’s going on around her and has kept her eyes shut for weeks.
It’s sad for the family, but she’s very, very old and it’s her time. She’s comfortable – not in any pain at all – surrounded by family (though she’s so unresponsive you can’t even tell if she’s asleep or awake.) Not a bad away to go: Cozy warm with kids, grandkids and great grandkids dropping in to visit.
**Charmian, ** if you feel like it, tell us more about your Grandma’s life. Mine is almost 98 and I never get tired of the stories. we’ll be keeping you in our thoughts and prayers.
My great-grandmother is 101. I’m dreading THAT call, and it could come any day now, or not for a few more years. (I’m not kidding. She’s one tough old lady.)
Hugs to you. My Grammie left last year at age 93. She was lucid, beautiful and funny right up to the end. From her, I learned how to age elegantly, but still remain a complete looney right to the end.