Well last night was the visitation for my husband's grandma, and it was surprisingly pleasant. As I said in another post, things had gotten almost nasty regarding life support and such during those last few days while she was in the hospital, but thank goodness, none of that emnity was showing either at the visitation last night, or at the funeral
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He was 73.
He lived a full life.
I was sad, upset, incredulous, I think I acted like I wasn't in my body during the days between the moment I found him dying (he had a heart attack) and the day of the funeral.
But I had the certitude it wasn't totally...wrong. That was his time.
The strange, strange thing was that at 10p.m. we were talking about ice skating we were watching on tv and 3 hours later I was crying on my family doctor's shoulder.
The death is really the mistery of life, me thinks.
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I had the same thoughts.
At the beginning I felt selfish though: if he was here, suffering, I would suffer too and the sudden death had removed that possibility so I didn't suffer for long long time with him. But then I thought: I suffered anyway!
So I think that both the cases are good and bad...I don't know if I'm understandable...
Unexpected death? You are surprised and you suffer for not having more time, and you wanted more time
Slow decline? You suffer for your dear, it's a dripping, you pray for the death to come (in a good way I mean...) and you're relieved when the pain ends
it's really a mystery...we have only to keep the faith.
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