Last night was a bit of a family night with my ma, my sister, and my brother. We were all sitting around the table playing Monopoly Deal (which is hilarious and awesome, and does not lead to the 3 day games that the board game does in my family), and my sister takes advantage of a lul in conversation to ask “So, does everyone know what tomorrow is?” My mom and I glance at eachother, and at my brother. We knew, but we didn’t really need to talk about it. My brother says “The 22nd of November? I let it go by like any other day.”

From my livejournal post on that day.

09:19 am
thank god for wireless internet in hospitals.

Saturday morning I took gramma into the hospital. We determined that her CHF was acting up, and that she’d broken another vertebre (or two). Treatment was going to be the same thing as always. Diuretics and morphine.

Yesterday morning (was it really only yesterday?) around eight AM I got a call from the hospital nurse: “I just came on, so I’m not real sure what’s going on, but I’d recommend that you get up here as soon as you can.” I call her back, and by “you” she means “you and everyone else who might want to see your grandmother before she dies.”

I call mom, thereby activating the phone tree. We spent all day yesterday up here. Family, friends, the one Great-Aunt who didn’t even go to the hospital when her mother was dieing. It’s surreal. [there aren't many words that make sense in here, meaning, for the rest of the day.] around 11:30 last night, when she’d lasted five hours longer than they expected, we decided to take shifts for the night. I went to Theio’s and hung with people, took a shower, and came back for my shift. I probably won’t be home today until it’s done.

Five years ago today, we said goodbye to my Mother’s Mother. I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that I dreamt of her last night, but I was. I am surprised, too, that the pain is still so raw.

Gramma's grave

I miss you Gramma. Every day.