My granmother, died. During the weekend we suppose, possibly saturday evening. She hadn't called anyone saturday as she usually did, so my aunt (the oldest daughter) called her sunday but couldn't reach her. Yesterday she tried several times to call her mother but when the phone was finally picked up it was my mom. My parents got worried and whent to her apartment around seven o'clock last night and found her on the couch as if sleeping. Dad said she looked really peacefull, and she had just slept away, and my mom said she looked like granmom except that her lips had turned blue. She was covered when I got there, as the only granchild of six, but still on the couch. My dad and my aunt, who are the oldest two of four, were the only of her children to see her and then my mom who was with my dad when they found her. I couldn't get myself to look at her though. Actually, when my dad said that she was still lying there I didn't think she was covered, and I didn't really want to enter her livvingroom. But tehn my mom said 'Com'ere honey!' so I entered and walked over to her without looking towards granmom. There were also two police officers and a doctor, when me and my aunt arrived. I thought they would take her away asap after she was found, but noooooo, that's a job for the morticians aparantly. The first one came around.. what nine pm? And they took her and put her in a coffin a little past ten. We all left soon after that and we were home by eleven.
She has been a widow for 14-15 years, but we still found a lot of things belonging to my granpa. like, his red suspenders. It actually brought out memories for me. I remembered his red suspenders! And dark pants, and a dark grey tartan shirt. And fake teeth. it really makes an impression on a child when granpa can take out his teeth, heh. He was also skilled in woodcutting. He made a dolphin I always liked, and a bird made from a cows horn. He died when I was five, I think.
I found evidence that my granmom might have been artistic too. Coalsticks for example. We didn't find any actual artwork she'd made, but I think in her younger days, when she could still move about fairly well she would've been able to draw and paint. Most of her life was devoted to granpa, though. It was all only downhill for her after he died. My dad used to draw (so said my mom) moterbikes. I don't know why he stopped. My young aunt (numer three of four) still likes to paint a little, but it's not much. I have a cousin who wanted or still wants to be a designer but her skills on paper isn't something anyone in the family would brag about.. not to me at least. My brother drew untill he was fourteen, then he got his computer. But at least I can see a little eveidence that art runs in my family. I'm glad I can, it means I'm not a complete stranger in my family. I don't really have anything in common with my cusins, and I don't talk to them much.
But nothing is so bad that it's good for nothing. We don't have to worry about her anymore (what a cynical thing to say), she won't have to fight just to breathe (I believe she had about 20% lung capacity left and still smoking like a happy chimney). She was also afraid og going up and down the stairs. But now she won't have to fear those anymore. We're having the ceramony on friday at 11 am. and then she's off to the crematory, she will be buried in a common grave. The same on that hold my granpa, his sister, and (I think) their mother.
I like to believe in reincarnation. In my head it takes about six to ten days to be reborn, now I'm really not sure how I got that idea, but c'mon, you've gotta see what the other side is like, right? But she'll get a new body and a new life to start over with. And her sufferings are over for now.
*Deep sigh*. I'm good, I'm good. was online on msn last night and I couldnt find rest, so it was really nice taking to someone so soon. It's still weird, but I think I'm okay with it. She had distanced herself from us for years, my theory; because she knew she didn't have far to go and death won't strike you as hard if it's someone you barely know. I think that might have been her thought. Still hard though. Still going to miss her, but I think I've recovered form most of the shock. We all knew it was coming, but you never expect it to come jumping right at you so quickly.

If I had been a smoker I think I would've smoked my way through most of a package alreaddy. It's 3:40 pm and I woke up at 11am. Holy gummybears.