As I begin to write this, 06:35 local time, it is exactly 2 hours ago my grandma passed away.
I was not at the hospital when it happened, but was there yesterday - thankfully!
As some of you may know, I'm on a holida. Nothing major, just a cosy campsite in a caravan.
Yesterday we had planned to have a visit as one of my daughters friendsreally wanted to come, so we had arranged for them to be here about 1 pm.
This changed drastically, when I got a call at 12:45.
My grandma was in the hospital. This is nothing new, she has been sick for a long time - but this time it didn't seem like she would pull through.
We packed up real quick and drove to the hospital.
Seeing her like that was... rough! Especially for my daughter.
My grandma was doped up on some morphine, wired up to a lot of machines and was... confused, to say the least.
Thankfully, she seemed to be at peace with the situation and despite the circumstances, she managed to lighten the mood for those around her.
She was always good at that!
We spent the next 5 hours at the hospital. Weirdly enough, it didn't feel like 5 hours. More like 2 hours.
When we left, she was asleep. Peaceful and calm.
I went to her bedside to say goodbye. I had to.
It was obvious.
It's getting more and more difficult to write this, so I have to cut it short.
If you made it to the end, thank you for reading.