Death

Granny has passed away.

I posted about her a few weeks ago after a visit with her on which she was in less than good shape. Fortunately, a day later she was taken to the hospital and she got better and was not in much pain. She was released from the hospital about a week ago and was placed back in the nursing home where she lay in bed. I don't think she was getting around very well. I was hoping that she would recover fully from it all and would live a while longer, but this was meant to be. I'm ecstatic that she wasn't in pain, at least she didn't seem to be in any last time I visited her. I'm glad I got to visit her Monday with Key Club. We visited the nursing home to pass out Christmas cards. If we hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to see her outside of the hospital. I'm not in much grief, which surprises me. I feel almost guilty that I don't feel saddened or anything like that. Yet I know that she is in no pain whatsoever. I know that she rests with her maker.

I know that she has only gone to sleep.

I think it helps to realize that about death. It's tough to overcome, but when all is said and done the person that died is only sleeping. They will never wake again in this world, will never feel pain or frustration again. I think that I'll be able to cope with my death alright. Right now I would feel like I've left things undone, that I haven't lived a full life, but when all is put into perspective one is just falling asleep, waiting to be awakened by their heavenly father when the time is right. Rest well.