You know the chat. The one where you tell them that they don't need to hang out for you. Yup. The tears rolled down my face. Grandma held as tight to my hand as she could. I talked to her about how she could wear all the red that she wanted, about how Jesus would have his arms out for her and about how she could be our angel. I asked her if she wanted me to pray with her and she said yes. I told her that I hated to see her feeling so bad, to be in pain and I know that she didn't care much for it either. I told her that we would miss her, but we would be happy for her to not be sick anymore. I told her that we hate to see her suffer, but know that God has her here for as long as she is supposed to be here.
Her night aide came in not long after our talk. My eye make-up was still probably a little smudgy. I told Grandma to make sure she behaved. She told me she loved me.
It's all good. Whenever that day comes, we'll rejoice because she'll no longer be suffering.
Until then . . .