A Myday Morning : A Sunday Morning

Her words caused her mind to fly back in time to Grandma’s last Birthday, when her cat had clawed the table clothes to shreds and when it caught on her paw she ran, causing the cake to fall and splatter all over grandma’s 400 dollar dress. Then she had a memory she didn’t remember.

It’s August 28th, 2015 I had just moved to Grand Valley State University two days ago. Its 6:15am. My cell phone is ringing. It was my brother and I thought it was too early for him to be calling me, so I sent his call to voicemail, it rang again, I thought to myself, “Why on earth is he calling me at 6:15 in the morning it’s too early for this”, So I finally decided to answer the call and I got the news that my grandma passed away. It wasn’t totally unexpected, she was on hospice care an entire week before I left for college and I’ve watched her slowly deteriorate because of Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease, and dementia.

On a certain December day, the nurses told us that it would be her last day. So all of my mom’s sisters and brothers came to say their good byes. Some of my older cousins, my sister and I also came. While

It was my sisters sixth birthday, and my mom was putting on a birthday party for her, the house was decorated with orange, pink and white streamers, the colors meshed like a beautiful sunset that hung from one corner to the next, with colorful balloons attach to the streamers like a nail in the wall, and as the sun shown through the curtains, the room seemed more lively and happy with every ray that shown through. The atmosphere of today was very fitting for my little sisters happy personality, even though the weight of the news my family received a couple weeks before still lingered, that my Grandma had a severe case of alzheimer's disease my family tried to be strong and happy for Marie, but I saw right through everyone's happy

I told her what happened. She got there as soon as the ambulance got there. Somebody could’ve been dead by the time the ambulance got there. They came in and checked her. The paramedics and the emts told her she can’t be doing all that energetic exercise. They took her out the house on the stretcher into the ambulance van. My father told us to straighten up before we left to go with my auntie. When we got done she told us to go get some clothes. We did as we was told. When i got done, looked out the window and seen that the ambulance was still outside. I went outside to be nosey. They told my father he couldn't get in to check on my mother, so he was standing on the porch watching from a far distance. I was curious to what they was doing to

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

At first, she resided in the rehab center, but she had deteriorated to the point where she couldn’t go home. She was transferred to an Alzheimer's memory unit across the road. She didn’t remember where she was or why she was there, but that’s not all Alzheimer’s is. The disease changes people. I saw her less than before, maybe once a week, not for lack of trying.

When my mother and I arrived at the scene we were greeted to find that my grandmother had gained consciousness and refused to go to the hospital with the ambulance. For the rest of the day my grandma was the same old ornery and happy-go-lucky woman she always had been, she was just a little sluggish. As the day progressed, many phone calls were exchanged between my parents about my mother staying the night to make sure everything was still going well with my grandma. I, of course, refused to go home because nights at my grandma’s were always a favorite, and I was worried about the whole situation. Night approached and my mother and I tucked into bed in the cute little guest room across the hall from my grandma’s. It was a cute little room with a queen sized bed in the middle of the wall under a nice big window with a lovely view of the flowers my mother and I had planted outside. Adjacent to the bed on both sides were bookshelves filled from top to bottom with which I had read my way through in the years and months prior. Across from the bed was a closet that had as many blankets kept in it as possible. Ever since I was a child I have always slept on the edge of the right side of the bed, so thats exactly where I lay that night as I drifted into dreamland with thoughts of my mother and grandmother dancing through my ten year old

“How had grandma even died?” I asked Mama having realized just then that she’d never mentioned to me what had happened to her. “I mean, she was pretty young, only fifty-four, and looked pretty healthy in those pictures I saw of her back at the house,” I then added.

The following day, I had a strong sense about her and decided to visit alone. She was unconscious most of the day, relatives came and went but I stayed with her the entire day. When it became late, I had to leave

We all wanted to know why, why she had done what she did. It was like the million dollar question on who wants to be a millionaire that no one knew the answer to. How it happened is the following, my aunt had gone to her house earlier that Saturday to make a list of the groceries my great-grandma needed for the upcoming week, she left for about an hour and when she returned she couldn’t find my great grandma, she looked everywhere until eventually she found her body hanging spiritlessly from a tree in the backyard. All my family has come to the conclusion that she was depressed; her husband had died just 5 months before of a stroke, her daughters became busier with kids and work therefore more distant, and she lived alone. I know we all wish we could’ve helped her, we all wish we could’ve prevented this; we all wish we could turn back time. My great grandma was someone I cared truly for and I hated having to see her go that way.

At the age of fifteen, I knew I wanted to walk my own path. I was very close to my grandparents when I was younger and we did everything together. On December 11, 2008 my grandmother was coming to the end of a long hard fight with ovarian cancer. A hospice, Julie, was always in the house checking my grandmother’s conditions as she was in a coma. On this particular night I remember Julie taking my grandpa into the kitchen and him running up the stairs after she came out. I knew that this represented bad news for our family. Julie sat at my grandmother’s bed side with me through the night. She comforted me as I was mourning the passing of my grandmother. How Julie was able to balance her care for me and my grandmother that night was amazing. Julie gave me hope and reminded me that I would always have my grandmother in my heart.

Mom was in her late fourties and suffering from a terminal illness. My family gathered later to talk with hospice workers about how we could make Mom the most comfortable. Her physical needs as she went on from this lifetime were crucial to us, but we were also set on honoring mom's heart before cancer had touched her.

At today 's visit she is accompanied by her daughters. She is sitting in her chair, she is awake and alert. The daughter reports that she went to the ER on 9/3/16 for eye pain; She has a follow up schedule with her eye doctor

It was then that I turned to her sister, my mother and told her of my aunt's request while she was still living. I asked her what we were doing all of these things for? We knew she was never going to pull out of the coma, her system was already failing, she could no longer be given enough liquid food or water to keep up her nourishment. She had developed