Myself and all of our family are at the Hospital right now. My Grandma just turned 89 and she's never really ever been the same since my Grandpa died in 1999. She is such a great woman that had such and amazing life and has a bunch of wonderful children. She always taught us honesty, integrity and doing the right thing no matter the cost.
She was active duty Army during WWII as a Medic and loved her Military career. She left the Army and got her nursing degree here in Austin, Texas. She and my Grandpa always lived a simple life and cherished the small things.
She is resting on a breathing machine 2 rooms down from where my Grandfather died in 1999. Her lungs are failing and still has fluid buildup internally. She's still coherent at points but said she is ready for her new body in Heaven and wants to see my Grandpa Bremond.
I just went and talked to her. She gripped my hand and pulled on my beard and mumbled "I love you" and to be happy.
We are waiting for her group of doctors to meet with us in 1 hour to see what needs to be done. One doctor said if it was his mother he would start the morphine, remove the breather and make her comfortable.
I hate this. I can't deal with death. I love her so much and don't want to see her go.
