The worst part is waiting. Waiting while someone's suffering and you know there's nothing you can do about it. She couldn't eat or drink because the passage to her lungs was stuck open. She kept pulling out her feeding tube so they finally gave up on trying to keep it in. She was having trouble breathing. She was nearly blind. Great-grandma Reene passed away at 12:43 yesterday afternoon. She was 88 years old a month ago. She's now reunited with her brothers, sisters, miscarried baby, dad and the mother she lost when she was seven. She was ready to go and she wasn't afraid of dying. We all know it was the best thing for her. I mean she's in heaven now, walking, when before she was confined to a wheelchair. Seeing colors no earthly human has seen, when before everything had lost it's color and most of it's shape. Breathing the cleanest air ever when before she was fighting for her every breath. She's way happier now and we will see her again. The hardest part now is that we're going to miss her until that point. I am going to miss kissing her soft, wrinkled cheek when we go to Pueblo for her birthday party on New Years or when we go to get chilis at the old-fashioned farms out there. I'm going to miss seeing her in the passenger's seat of my great aunt's car and hugging her and saying, "Hi, Grandma. It's Hannah." Because she can't see me. And hearing her say, "Oh, hi, hita. I love you." In her Mexican accent. I'm going to miss witnessing her do or say things that most people wouldn't venture to. (That woman had spunk. She'll make it into one of my books someday.:) I'm going to miss her coming up to the mountains and bringing powdered sugared donuts. I'm going to miss taking her Little Ceasar's pizza, because that was her favorite. I'll even miss watching the Wiggles in her trailer home, even though I hated that show even as a kid. There are a lot of things I'm going to miss about her, but at least this isn't the end. Just a long wait until I can see her again. I was young when she began to lose her spark due to her decreased eyesight, so I'm looking forward to hearing her live up to all the stories that circulate around our family like some sort of legend. Just please be praying, specifically, for her children and grandchildren who knew her a lot better than I did. Time to fly, time to touch the sky.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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