Grandma’s condition deteriorated rapidly in the last 24 hours. When we left her last night, she was talking to us and everything seemed normal. Now, she doesn’t even know we’re there. We can’t believe how fast everything changed.
We don’t expect her to make it through the week.
Last night, before we left her, she said, “I guess you’ll be glad when you’re rid of me. You’ll be free to do whatever you want.” Mom denied it, but I didn’t say anything, because I knew in my heart that it would be such a relief when all this was over. Now, both we’re heartbroken over that conversation. You always hope that your last words with someone you love will be good ones.
You can’t always get what you want.
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