My wonderful grandmother Emma Wiseman, who was also my best friend--we could talk about anything--died Feb. 14, 2010 after 91 wonderful years of life. My mom was holding her hand. (Unfortunately, my aunt came down with either the flu or a bad cold and was in the hospital's urgent care with a bad fever.)
The news thankfully came when Amir and I were meeting my dad in Leesburg. I'm glad we were all together.
I know I wasn't at my best in the last LJ posts, angry and hurt, but I guess I was wanting the comfort of my friends. I've been surprised by how many texts and calls of mine haven't been returned these past two weeks. I guess people didn't know what to say to me (or else the reminder of mortality is an uncomfortable one), but honestly, something was better than nothing. "I'm sorry" and "I'm thinking of you" goes a long way. I like talking about my grandmother. She's precious to me. So, thank you to my LJ friends who stepped up.
The support at work has blown me away. I've been so touched by my co-workers' concern. I also didn't know this, but visiting Mom-Mom fell under my five-day emergency days that I didn't even know I had. So I have some PTO left after all since I didn't have to use them all. My boss is also letting me take off next Saturday. I guess that will also be emergency leave.
It's really hard. I'm still angry at myself for not doing as much as I could have, being as good as I could have, but at least I got to visit her while she was still aware. The day before she died--and this means the world to me--she said "hi" on the phone to me when the rest of the day she had been unresponsive...It meant so much.