Grandma.

Here's a pretty awesome story I heard today about my Grandma's passing.

She passed early Saturday morning, but apparently for about a week before she keep mentioning the "trip" she was going to be taking on Friday, she also kept telling people that her husband, my Grandpa Bob had just been in to visit her - keep in mind, he died in 1978 and she had never said anything like that before.

On Saturday morning she woke up around 0230 and had one episode of emesis (vomiting) and after they cleaned her up her respirations started getting progressively shallower - she kept telling her caretakers to let her go, that she was ready to go. The CNAs sat with her for a few hours until around 0530 she slowly turned her head and looked over at the door to her room and said "There he is, the man I married - he's come to take me home" at which point she smiled and breathed her last breath. I was told that the look on her face after she passed was of complete peace.

My Grandmother was the most loving, selfless person I have ever known - now she's home.