02 September 2012
Life & Death
We said goodbye to my nana this weekend. She suffered from dementia and had been rapidly declining in both physical and mental facility for the past year. Less than two weeks ago, my family transferred her to hospice care. She died peacefully in her sleep at 11:45 PM on Saturday, September 1st. It was my 26th birthday.
Life ebbs and flows. We cycle through seasons of change characterized by the highest of highs and the lowest of lows and every possible thing in between. I had a wonderful, joy-filled day on Saturday: we drank raspberry champagne at brunch, danced in the aisle at a broadway matinée, and enjoyed tacos & white wine outside while the sun was setting. We received the call an hour after arriving home. In her own way, I'd like to believe my nana let me have my day.
Nana loved her family more than anything in the entire world. She had a difficult time resisting dessert and ate her scrambled eggs with ketchup. She never left the house without "putting her face on" first. The walls of her home sagged under the weight of family photos and artwork from her grandchildren. She told detailed stories and was known to exaggerate just enough to receive the proper reaction. She was happiest when in the company of loved ones. She was generous, funny, outspoken, sensitive, courageous, and beautiful.
She never forgot a birthday.
Photos of my nana and the love of her life on their wedding day. Now, together, they waltz again.