Nana (Joyce Bamford) has passed away, Mar 17 2006

This morning I got a phone call around 6:30 AM from mom on her cell phone. She was on her way to Toronto General with grandpa to see nana. She said nana has only hours left and to come now. I got dressed, dropped my dog off at dad's and went to see nana. It turns out the hospital is one street over from ITI, the place I'm studying J2EE! I parked in the same underground parking lot I normally park in but couldn't find a spot. Parked in reserved space. When I arrived in nana's room she was sedated and couldn't move or talk. The nurse said she could hear us though. We talked to her, and stayed for many hours. It was hard for everyone there. Earlier she had told us she did not want to be on life support but she was put on it before we arrived which bought everyone enough time to make it to the hospital to say goodbye. Early afternoon they put her in deep sleep, gave her lots of pain killers then removed life support. She was gone in minutes. I again saw what I've only ever seen once before with my dog Heidi. Looking at her one minute I somehow could feel she was still alive but another minute, before the nurse confirmed she had died I could tell her spirit had left the body. Something felt empty. When I had that feeling with Heidi I had to leave the room. Everyone left shortly after nana had passed away. Grandpa came with me in my car. I stayed with him for a couple hours and had a quick dinner. It was weird, both of us walking into their house for the first time after nana had died. Everywhere you look there is something that reminds you of her. Her furniture, her decorations, her pictures, and stuff in general. Looking in her bedroom knowing she'd never be there again. I felt so bad for Grandpa. I didn't know what to say, and still don't. A new chapter of his life is beginning. He asked if I'd come visit once and a while to keep him company. I think I might resume my Sunday dinners with Grandpa. I had been doing that for a few years until a couple months ago when nana got too sick to make dinners. No funeral plans yet, Grandpa is going to do that tomorrow.

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