Hello my dear friends and followers! Unfortunately now I have something sad to share now...
My Great-grandmother passed away Thursday afternoon. She had fever on Monday night and she was immediately transported to the hospital, which is in our town. It turned out that she had pneumonia. The next day it turned out that it is kind of benign, yet she got the possibly strongest treatment. She needed infusion during her battle, and though she did not get worse in terms of health, she began to see hallucinations. My Great-grandma was mostly a pessimist and did not really talk to her roommates in the old people's home, but now she was wondering whether she would ever get back to her comfortable bed, to her kind roommates... In the hospital there was no warm blanket or warm clothing for her. But it did not happen. She saw some relatives of her, her husband, her son and her granddaughter. My Grandma, as always was by her side. She and her two alive siblings, and her sister in law- the wife of the son who died before - took care of her, she spent no hour, no day alone.
On Thursday my Grandma came with me to the hospital because of a lung research (I'm okay, by the way). We all knew somehow, that Great-Granny's not going to make it. If someone gets to hospital from an old people's home at age 95 (she would have been 96 in March) with pneumonia, that isn't really possible to get pleasantly back to her place. My Granny said she was prepared for it. She told she has such faith that she will be able to endure it if the worst happens. We finished at 10 o'clock, but my Grandma's sister-in-law called her that Great-Granny's condition became worse and even the doctors told them to come. My Grandma told that God put the words in her mouth while my Great-Granny, her mother was dying. She wanted to speak, but she wasn't physcally able to. She often said that she wanted to die and why isn't she dead, perhaps because of the fear she had. She had a horrible struggle for 4,5 hours, her children were all there and tried to calm her. My Grandma told her that she does not have to fear, and she shook her head... She did not fear. She accepted it. At 14:10 PM, her heart gave up working.
My Grandma told that she became a beautiful dead. Her eyes were closed, her face became smooth. She was almost 96 years old, she had a stroke 24 years ago. She could barely walk, and in the last year she got to an old people's home, because she could not move her body, but her limbs. She barely could move her legs afterwards. She reached a really beautiful age, not everyone can say that they knew someone who was a nonagenarian. She was served and vulnerable in her last years, my Grandma took care of her for 24 years, even in the home. She died in the arms of my Grandma, surrounded by the ones of her beloved. The doctors and assistants told that they have never seen such a convergence and this amount of love in a family. I am really proud of them. Even my aunt (who's not a way too caring, rather a moaning person) offered to convince her ambulance employees to leave the family some time. My Granny and the family were there after Great-Granny passed away. When the time comes, I wish such a beautiful death for everyone. I mean I don't want you to die, just when the time comes. Lots of years later.
Now everything is really hard without her. Her roommates were really shaken when they got to know what happened. Though they did not speak, two of them were crying, one was not conscious. Yesterday we visited my Grendma, she is organising funeral issues. Everything is so weird. When we pass by the old people's home, I'll know that she is not there anymore. When we assemble with our family, there are only three generations. Now that she has passed away, instead of seeing the wonder in her age, others won't know why was she so special for me. What will happen to all the memories, family treasures left in her house? And how will we get used to the new situation?
Perhaps it needs only time. My Grandma told that she was lucky that she has been her mother for such a long time. Please pray for her that she would get on with the situation. Please pray for me as well, but it's not only my interest, that I would not faint in her funeral. I'm tend to faint in funerals.
We are all lucky that we knew her for such a long time. We are all grateful for her life and that she did not left us due to the most cruel diseases. She left behind one sibling, one sister (out of 12). Three children, two daughters and a son (out of 4). Seven grandchildren, six granddaughters and a grandson (out of 8). 12 great-grandchildren, one half-grandchild and three step-grandchildren, 16 overall, 7 great-granddaughters and 9 great-grandsons. And several another relatives.
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My dearest Great-Granny, you will ALWAYS be missed. And we'll love you ALWAYS.