My grandma is going to die today. I got a call from my mom yesterday as I was driving home from the gym. She told me to hurry home because my grandma had a massive stroke and they were careflighting her to the hospital. After I got home we learned that they were actually careflighting her to a stroke recovery hospital in Dallas which meant my family would all get to see her sooner. It turns out she had a brain aneurysm and consequently was suffering a massive brain bleed, the worst one a person can have. She was put on a ventilator and we were told she would not recover.
As the nurse spoke I hated that my family was in a situation that seemed all too familiar only with another loved one in the hospital bed. I hate that we knew what questions to ask. I hate that we understood everything she was saying. I hate that we all had to politely nod as she explained about brain swelling and what happens when the pressure begins to affect the brain stem. I hate that my dad had to spend another night in ICU. I hate that this will be the third death in my family in six months. But I'm glad that we were able to go and tell her goodbye and that we'll be there as she takes her last breath this afternoon. I'm glad that I have thirty years of memories with her. I'm glad that I saw her on Saturday and the first thing she asked me about was a trip I'm taking this summer. I'm going to visit a friend, he really is just a friend, and she said, "Tell me about this boy you're going to see?" I said, "What do you want to know?" She said, "Is he attractive?" I said, "Actually, he's extremely attractive." She said, "So is he going to move here?" I laughed and said, "Grandma, he's just a friend." Then she said, "You need somebody local. You need to find someone who will take you out to dinner. Because men that take you out to dinner are fun." And then she giggled. I'm glad that that is one of the last things she said to me in addition to telling me she loved me. And I'm glad that SHE was out to dinner - with her man-friend - having fun as she experienced her last earthly thoughts. But most of all, I'm glad that the Lord chose her to be my grandmother. I will miss her dearly but rejoice knowing I will see her again.