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Unfortunately, my Grandma died from COVID-19 last week.
As a dedicated deathling, I’ve read a lot about death and grief the last few years. I thought that sure enough next time somebody in my family dies, it won’t be that bad. Long gone are the traumatizing experiences I’ve had in the past. Naturally at 88 almost 89 years old, I kind of prepared myself for the fact that my Grandma would most likely be the next person to die. Sorry, Grandma. I should have knocked on wood.
I thought-okay. I can handle my Grandma dying. My Grandma has had the most incredible life. We shared a ton of memories together, we don’t have any unresolved issues, she was a great Grandma to me. Surely it’ll be pretty okay to let her go. I imagined that her death would be pretty peaceful and uneventful. I imagined that she’d just die of old age, warm in her bed with her family at her side. Maybe somebody playing flute in the background.
Well..I was wrong. Instead, my Grandma had to spend her last few months on Earth completely alone with only a nurse to attend to her. She stopped eating, she had to be on oxygen and couldn’t breath, she didn’t have the energy to talk to anybody. Due to her dementia, she wasn’t able to understand why we couldn’t visit. When I talked to briefly on the phone she said “you live just up the street, why don’t you come visit?”. It broke my heart.
Now we aren’t able to have a funeral or burial for her either. We can’t do any of the things that I had planned on doing that were supposed to make me feel “okay-ish” about death.
I guess the lesson learned is that the joke is on me for thinking that as long as I prepare myself for death-I will be okay. At the end of the day, death still sucks.
My Grandma may have died alone, but she didn’t live her life that way. She was warm, she was outgoing, she was stubborn and funny. She lived a life full of loved ones around her. She loved her family, she loved her friends, she loved her church, and she especially loved our dog, Buddy. Her life isn’t defined by the way that she died, but instead the way that she lived.