“When are you going to come see me again?“
"Really soon. Maybe Winter or Summer break from classes. ”
This was the last lucid conversation I had with my grandmother. Less than a week later she was sent to the hospital because she went into septic shock. My dad (her son) flew down to be with her, but my mom, sister, and I had to drive. My mom wanted us to wait until the funeral so we wouldn’t miss class, but I insisted I needed to see my grandma before she was gone.
They had to take her off life support right before we started driving. They said she probably wouldn’t last two hours without it. My dad put the phone up to her ear and I told her I was coming to see her and I’d be there in two days.
Amazingly, when we got there, she was still holding on. She wasn’t really aware of her surroundings. All she could really do was say little words. Mostly she said “agua” (water) and we would wet a small sponge for her to suck on. My dad and I stayed with her overnight. In the early morning, my uncle took over and we went to his house to sleep for eight hours. Then we went back to the hospital to be with her again.
The third night was when she passed. I knew the moment it started to happen. My dad had just stepped into the bathroom and I called to him and he came back into the room. I held her hand and just kept repeating how much I loved her over and over and stroking her hand until she completely stopped breathing and moving.
I’m just really glad I got to see her one last time. I hope she knew that I was there and that I helped her feel comfortable and loved. I know this was a long post. Thanks for letting me share.