It hasn't quite sunk in yet. At least, I don't feel any different than I did yesterday. I don't feel pain, grief, a sense of loss. I reacted to the news as if it were simply another update on her condition. Maybe I have become inured to this. It's been a long time in coming. She was in horrible physical shape when I last saw her in January, and I do feel like she was gone then. Unlike with my other grandmother, I strongly suspected I would not see her again, she was so deteriorated. And she's been in the hospital for several weeks, battling one infection or another. She was a very strong woman, but it was just a matter of time, a question of when, not if.
Every time my phone has rung in the past several weeks, my first thought
-- Okay, I guess it just sank in. I had to stop typing to cry. --
sorry...my first thought was that it was someone calling to tell me she had passed away. So, I've been expecting this call for weeks.
The important thing for me to remember is that she's in a better place now. She is no longer suffering constant pain, and she can be reunited with her sister in God's kingdom. I'm going to miss her tremendously. But she just turned 94 a week ago; she lived a long and fruitful life, and I got to spend much quality time with her. It was time for her to move on, and I can be grateful that she has been such an important part of my life.