When I woke up today my mother told me that my grandmother died last night. I was expecting this to happen for a while because she was going downhill lately. The latest incident happened yesterday when she fell outside the rehab center she was stating in. The hospitial called asking my mother who has power of attourney if they could ressucitate because her breathing was weak. My mother told them no.
In the latest fall she broke her fibula.
Her quality of life has gone from someone who was generally able to take care of herself with assistance to a woman who was shitting herself in an environment that she didn’t want to be in.
I know my mother made the right choice and that is the same choice my mother wants me to make if it comes down to it for her.
I do feel a small amount of guilt because when I was talking about her last night to my new girlfiriend’s family I thought that she would be better off if she passed on then in the condition she was in.
I know that my thoughts did not cause this. I can’t really grieve because to me she has been dead since she went into rebab and we knew she would not be comming back home.
Sessie you will be missed
