Nana

I roamed the house, room to room, searching for her. I told my family, I was just picking up and cleaning up, but I was really looking for her, half expecting her to step out of a closet or a door way and say, “Ha! I pulled one over on you!” But she didn’t.

They tell me she was in her easy chair in the front room. She had been ill. She looked at my grandfather, and fainted as she tried to get up. He thinks she died right there on the spot, as he noticed she has wet her pants. He called 911, and they came, laid her on the floor, and worked on her for over an hour, before declaring her dead. They called my mother at home, four miles away, and notified her of her death.

My mother said, she and my father immediately went over, and there her mother lay on the floor dead. They couldn’t move her, because she died at home, and the coroner needed to declare her dead, and check the scene out. So my mother and father sat in the kitchen with the paramedics and my step-grandfather, trying to sip coffee, and praying that the coroner would arrive quickly. In the meantime my Aunt showed up, along with another friend of my Nana’s. So Nana had a houseful, as she wanted.

I flew in the next morning, and I wanted to see her body. They wouldn’t let me. They said she didn’t look pretty. Now who looks pretty when they die? No one. But I respected their wishes and did see her dead. For me though, not seeing her dead was very hard. It’s like she’s not dead, but on vacation. Maybe seeing her in state would help me with closure.

I wish my son could have met his great grandmother. She would have loved him, as much as he loved her. However, that wasn’t meant to be. My mother now has moved into the matriarch position of our family, and she holds that role nicely. It’s my hope she lives much longer than her mother, and stays healthy. I can’t imagine losing my mother at this time in my life.

Nana, I love you, and I miss you.

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