I should be prepared for this. Especially knowing for awhile that my grandmother was passing. Its just hard to be sitting with her one second and talking about random things to now she is gone.
Busha (Czech for grandmother), pretty much was my idol. I've looked up to her even when I was little. When others thought differently of my life, she always stood by my side. Her sense of perception is not like most. She understood that people make mistakes and not to count that against them as a person.
I still remember the first time she taught me how to make Kluskie. This is a polish potato dumpling that well my whole family loves. Its a staple to our holiday dinners. My grandfather was still alive and him and my Dad were on the front porch watching the birds while Busha and I were at work making our family delicacy. I may have only been 12, but I remember every second.
Speaking with her on the phone, whether we just had the same conversation the day before, we will have it again and she would still respond the same. It didn't matter. The one thing that never changed was that even when she wasn't lucid, she still knew who I was always.
Yesterday when I went to sit with her, it was probably the hardest things I ever had to do. At first I didn't think she even knew I was there. I sat and prayed. Told her about how all her great grandchildren are doing and I blessed her. I was holding her hand during all of this and when I said it was time for me to go she held my hand.
We all grieve differently. I honestly don't really know how to right now so I guess that's why I am writing?
I don't know.........
I miss her already.
Busha (Czech for grandmother), pretty much was my idol. I've looked up to her even when I was little. When others thought differently of my life, she always stood by my side. Her sense of perception is not like most. She understood that people make mistakes and not to count that against them as a person.
I still remember the first time she taught me how to make Kluskie. This is a polish potato dumpling that well my whole family loves. Its a staple to our holiday dinners. My grandfather was still alive and him and my Dad were on the front porch watching the birds while Busha and I were at work making our family delicacy. I may have only been 12, but I remember every second.
Speaking with her on the phone, whether we just had the same conversation the day before, we will have it again and she would still respond the same. It didn't matter. The one thing that never changed was that even when she wasn't lucid, she still knew who I was always.
Yesterday when I went to sit with her, it was probably the hardest things I ever had to do. At first I didn't think she even knew I was there. I sat and prayed. Told her about how all her great grandchildren are doing and I blessed her. I was holding her hand during all of this and when I said it was time for me to go she held my hand.
We all grieve differently. I honestly don't really know how to right now so I guess that's why I am writing?
I don't know.........
I miss her already.
