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What to worry about at the end
Apr. 27th, 2010 07:11 pmI love listening to the stories people tell about themselves and their lives. My favourites are the short stories that somehow manage to say so much about a person.
When my Grandma went into the hospital with pneumonia last week, they found the lung cancer and she wasn't responding to the antibiotics, so the doctor told her that she probably wouldn't be able to leave the hospital again.
"I had hoped I'd have a couple of days to put my affairs in order," Grandma said.
"Oh, Marion, I'm sure everything's organized," the doctor has known my Grandma for years.
The next day, my Dad and his siblings arrived. Grandma immediately put them to work. Her "affairs" that had to be ordered didn't include her will or locating important paperwork. That's all done. What was worrying Grandma was the bananas that were on her kitchen counter. She wanted that couple of days to make sure that the bananas and the milk in her fridge wouldn't go to waste, to let someone know that there were freshly shelled walnuts in her freezer to be divided up amongst her kids and grandkids, and to rehydrate her new batch of raisins.
That's Grandma. Bless her.
When my Grandma went into the hospital with pneumonia last week, they found the lung cancer and she wasn't responding to the antibiotics, so the doctor told her that she probably wouldn't be able to leave the hospital again.
"I had hoped I'd have a couple of days to put my affairs in order," Grandma said.
"Oh, Marion, I'm sure everything's organized," the doctor has known my Grandma for years.
The next day, my Dad and his siblings arrived. Grandma immediately put them to work. Her "affairs" that had to be ordered didn't include her will or locating important paperwork. That's all done. What was worrying Grandma was the bananas that were on her kitchen counter. She wanted that couple of days to make sure that the bananas and the milk in her fridge wouldn't go to waste, to let someone know that there were freshly shelled walnuts in her freezer to be divided up amongst her kids and grandkids, and to rehydrate her new batch of raisins.
That's Grandma. Bless her.
