Last October my Grandmother fell at home and broke her hip. I got the phone call and flew to the ER. I sat with her, held her hand and all I felt was dread. A week short of turning 97, she had to have hip surgery. Going under anesthesia is not good for an elder person; there was a chance she wouldn’t come out of it.
But, my strong Grandmother came out of a successful surgery. I often visited her and Brian would come with me. Soon after she was released from the hospital into a rehab facility. My most memorable moment with her was giving her a manicure so she was ready for Thanksgiving.
We were so happy to have her for Thanksgiving even if for a couple hours. She hadn’t been doing well. She ate very little. I had a feeling in my gut that this would be her last holiday with us.
Brian and I were getting more serious. I was working and spending time with him in between and we had just spent Thanksgiving between both of our families. The Monday after Thanksgiving I went to pick him up at work and brought Reilly with me as a surprise.
As I got closer to his work, I was smiling because I knew he would be happy to see Reilly. We came up over the hill and saw ambulance lights flashing where he worked. I drove slowly closer to the parking lot and I squinted to see who was being taken away. I stopped next to the ambulance and a co-worker came up to my car and asked, “are you Brian’s girlfriend?”
To be continued…