Saturday night, I drove down to Montgomery to spend the night with my sole remaining grandparent in the hospital. Marzee is 92 now and is more than ready to join y'all in the Great Beyond. She's so tiny now, only 91 pounds, just like Grandma Norris did in her final days. It's so sad to see someone I've grown up loving decline so drastically.
So I made my way to the 6th floor, and immediately I remembered being there with my other grandmother a few years before and you, as well, when you had to stay there overnight with the brain tumor incident. So I was already flooded with emotions, and when I was helping my grandmother in and out of the bed, I started crying hysterically. Thank goodness she is 92, because she had no idea I was having an emotional breakdown right in front of her. But the poor hospital tech walked in as I was standing there trying to force the tears to stop. She probably thought I was losing it. On second thought, though, I'm sure it's not the first time she's walked into a hospital room to find a family member wiping their face with a grainy paper towel.
I got my grandmother settled into bed, and she was out for the night. So I lay there on the tiny vinyl love seat dozing in and out of sleep all night. Around 4:00, I woke up (I think that's when they came in to do a vitals check) and was having a hard time dozing back off. Random thoughts were popping in and out of my head like they usually do in the wee hours. And then it hit me, though I had to go over it again and again in my mind. We were in the very same room you stayed in that night almost three years ago. The very same room.
So my emotional breakdown became more understandable. Funny how the body and the brain work subconscious together all the time behind the scenes, ever more aware at the primal level than we are in the moment. It's both amazing and frightening that even when I don't want to be aware, I am, and my body will react accordingly all outside of my control.
Anyway. When I was standing there crying, I had this urge to run. I just wanted to get out of there. But that's not the most adult reaction. So I thought about who I could call that could talk me down from this heightened emotional state, and my first thought was my bestie. But she was in the mountains with her family. So I realized there wasn't a person, so I prayed. Eventually the tears stopped and my heart rate slowed and I felt in control of myself. If you weren't dead, I wouldn't have had to stop to think about who to call. But then again, if you weren't dead, I wouldn't have freaked out the way I did.
I'm raw right now, Mama. Just plain raw. Like someone has removed every square inch of skin from my body. Everywhere I go, I feel like people can see inside me, and I don't like it. I don't know where to turn or which way to go, really. Lost and raw. I guess I am missing the stability of you in my life more so than ever. My grandmother is dying, which is a natural thing at 92 years old, but with her will fly away yet another piece of my history, of who I am. I sat there watching her sleeping the other night thinking about who she has been in my life. She taught me how to tie my shoes and cut paper snow flakes. She took me and the cousins on nature walks and could name every single tree by its leaves. She showed me how to use a typewriter and how to draw a proper stick man. She wasn't a lovey dovey grandmother, but that was okay because she was spunky and active. And now she's someone I don't recognize. Sure, it's been a slow process, but this last part has come on all the sudden.
It's harder having lost you amidst all my grandparents. You were such a huge chunk of who I have always been that the little pieces my grandparents have made up all these years feels that much bigger with your loss added to them. It really sucks.
Anyway. They are admitting grandmother to Crowne nursing home today, same place where you took your parents. And I am glad they got her in quickly. It's so hard to care for someone around the clock. It's physically and emotionally trying, and being at home without all the proper equipment and tools makes it more challenging. I know they will take good care of her there even though a nursing home is never the ideal situation. And now the family can focus on visiting her instead of caring for her. It's been hard on them all.
As usual, I miss you much. Just can't put into words how much different things are without you here, Mama. Love always.