Grandma

I have so many memories of my grandma and we couldn't wait for the day that I turned 21 so we could go to the casino. She was a very lucky person when it came to gambling. My grandma had become my rock over the years. Maybe it was the fact I was the first grandchild and I was a girl. Oh boy did I get spoiled over the years. I had my grandparents all to myself for five years. It was wonderful to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house, most of the family was still around the area. I lived with my grandparents when I was born because my dad had got Rocky Mountain Fever. No one was as close to my grandma as I was. I was heartbroken when she was diagnosed with cancer not once, not twice, but three times.

In October of 2003 they had come to Nebraska to fly out to Ohio to see my Aunt Sandy. They returned beginning of November, I had went down to visit them because they were leaving the next day. I remember the conversation I had with my grandma, she was asking me if my allergies caused me not to breathe at times. I think that was her way of telling me something was wrong. That evening my grandpa woke up to my grandma saying the lords prayer and not being able to breathe that well. The ambulance took her to UNMC. I had hoped and prayed that she would make it through. She had up and down days for weeks. I had taken a leave from work so that I could be with her. I left to sleep and get something to eat otherwise I was with her. My aunt from Ohio flew in, and my uncle from Missouri came up. Things had turned bad she had tubes shoved down her throat she looked like she was in so much pain. On Friday the 14th they had removed the tube because she had got a lot better. She was in great spirits laughing talking on the phone, hugging all of us. So my uncle went back to Missouri that evening. We got the phone call at 11:45 pm on the 14th that she was going downhill and we needed to get there. I was there within 10 minutes. I was shaking the whole way there. We finally took her off all machines but oxygen I believe it was at 3:15 am on the 15th. My rock didn't want to give up, the way her vitals were they thought she would be gone within minutes. She lived until 7:45 pm she fought all the way to the end. That whole day is so vivid to me that I had nightmares for months. I still have the outfit that I had on that day.

I have come to believe she is my guardian angel now. Grandma I miss you so much and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. Your picture is right next to my bed. I love you very very much. I wish you would come back to me and help me out in these bad times.