My grandmother’s body died this morning. I say it that way because I think her spirit left this plane a few days before Thanksgiving. She went into the hospital and onto a respirator. Soon afterwards a neurologist pronounced her brain dead and we knew that the woman we all loved had gone to be with God. This morning she was taken off the respirator and officially passed away.
I’m hundreds of miles away and feeling numb. I knew this was coming, we all did, but now that it is here I really don’t know what to do next. There’s just a feeling of emptiness and loss. My grandmother’s story here is over. She had a good one, a real story of faith, love, and romance.