When the doctors knew Grammy was hopeless,
They released her home to die.
Without drugs for diabetes, she was given two weeks.
Phil went to visit, as did most extended family.
They had a weeklong celebration.
“She looks great. We’re having a great time.”
This was August.
We drove out in early December.
Her hospital bed filled the dining room.
Death was near.
Phil whispered, “Still so beautiful.”
And she was. Her eyelids flickered.
That was the last response I saw.
A day or two later, I was sitting on the sofa.
Gramps went to the bathroom.
And his two daughters said to
Their mother, “We’ll take care of him.
Go now.”
And she went.
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