Yesterday my Gran, (I call her Nonna, She’s Italian) was not in a good way.
She is suffering from a UTI and between me, her neighbour and the Doctor we managed to make sure she was as comfortable as possible through what looked like an extraordinary amount of pain. She was put on anti-biotics and refused to get out of bed. I have never seen her in so much pain. She kept telling me it’s better that she dies right now. She was serious as well.
We talk about death often. She tells me she has had more than her fair share of life and is very ready to go. She has lived longer than any of her family.
I believe she is ready. She was ready the moment her only Daughter died. It’s those around her that find it difficult to let go. Especially me.
This morning the anti-biotics appear to have kicked in and as I prepare to head over I got this phone call from a neighbour.
You have no idea how happy this makes me feel.
I know it’s just delaying the inevitable but when my Gran does die I would like it to be without pain and quietly in the night.
I guess that’s the least we can all hope for.