BlkOnyx488
Well-Known Member
Ok I have to post this here because my family is so emotionless about this it's driving my crazy.
I am not sad, I am rejoicing that she had a long productive life. She even got her driver's license renewed this past May.
Even though she was 95 she never lived life as an "old lady"
She didn't really die of anything, it was as if her body just begin to shut down, like the way a car does when you are driving and the battery starts to die.
She taught me so much, how to knit, crochet, laugh through the sad times. I have never met anyone who's spirit was always happy. I never saw her sick, she survived Breast cancer, thyroid cancer and two strokes
and every time the doctors would say she recovered faster than anyone her age ever has. That's why I knew when I spoke to her on the phone last week, I knew she was ready to go. she was not depressed she just sounded like if anything else happened she wouldn't fight it.
When she had to go back to the hospital, I knew she wasn't walking out this time.
I thank God that she loved God, And I am Glad the last words we shared were "I love you"
But God I miss her, and I pray my children and I have that spirit of recovery and fight upon our lives. If I am blessed to live to 95 or longer
I want it to be like her like, laughing, loving, driving, with my mind and body intact.
I am not sad, I am rejoicing that she had a long productive life. She even got her driver's license renewed this past May.
Even though she was 95 she never lived life as an "old lady"
She didn't really die of anything, it was as if her body just begin to shut down, like the way a car does when you are driving and the battery starts to die.
She taught me so much, how to knit, crochet, laugh through the sad times. I have never met anyone who's spirit was always happy. I never saw her sick, she survived Breast cancer, thyroid cancer and two strokes
and every time the doctors would say she recovered faster than anyone her age ever has. That's why I knew when I spoke to her on the phone last week, I knew she was ready to go. she was not depressed she just sounded like if anything else happened she wouldn't fight it.
When she had to go back to the hospital, I knew she wasn't walking out this time.
I thank God that she loved God, And I am Glad the last words we shared were "I love you"
But God I miss her, and I pray my children and I have that spirit of recovery and fight upon our lives. If I am blessed to live to 95 or longer
I want it to be like her like, laughing, loving, driving, with my mind and body intact.