Until we meet again

My friend said it this way “My grandma has a new address.”  Mrs. D died Sunday morning, April 7.  She had been very quiet, sleeping a lot.  But there were times she would open her eyes and talk to whoever was in the room.  I had the chance to see her before her passing.  She looked right at me, as if she could really see who I was and just stared.  Then, as I said goodbye, she kissed my hand several times.

The family said her breathing was slowing, her time was near.  They stayed with her through the night.  Then she breathed out her final breath.  Her service is Friday.  I suppose this is my last entry on Watching Mrs. D.





It has been a little over 2 months since Mrs. D died.  I feel selfish saying this, but I miss our time, what little we had.

On another note, I am now seeing what can happen to someone after they have had a small stroke.  My Great-Uncle is in rehab right now, and I’ve noticed a few things.  One, just before the stroke, he has been really tired.  Yes, he is 88, but it seems to have come up fast.  And since the stroke, he laughs differently, almost childishly.  I’m not ready for another death…




This is Watching Mrs. D saying I hope you enjoyed reading, until next time ---