My grandma passed away on April 17th. She and my grandpa lived through many adventures during their 67 years of married life. They moved to Hawaii and back, had three children, flew a small airplane from California to the Philippines (to deliver it to some missionaries there), and after he retired they lived on a sailboat for 11 years (during which time they sailed to Alaska and Hawaii each twice). She was a practical, sensible, no-nonsense type of person.
I spent much of my early teenage years at their house, for days on end, when I was sick with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and not going to school. Their quiet, slow, lifestyle suited me perfectly and I loved their house and their daily routines. I remember her firm, loving hand that told you she loved you with a firm pat instead of a mushy hug. I always knew she had strong opinions, but she never told you what to do, she let you figure it out for yourself. That's why when she called me one day, to tell me she thought I should think about becoming a nurse, I listened carefully and took her suggestion seriously. She made an appointment with her own Nurse Practitioner, who she thought highly of, so that I could find out more about the role. I am so thankful she steered me down that path.
She had been steadily declining since her open heart surgery two years ago, and had grown so thin and frail it was hard to recognize her. Fortunately, she was able to stay at home until the end, thanks to constant help at their apartment, the support of hospice, and of course regular visits from my parents.
I am very thankful that we now live closer to home, as we were able to fly home and spend time with my grandpa and the rest of my family. Steve went back to California for work after a few days, but I've remained with Madeleine and Ross, to soak up more family time.
