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Why I'm lucky ... A mushy post
I spent the day with granny. She can't speak or open her eyes, but she can squeeze our hands. I asked her if she wanted me to read the bible to her, and she squeezed yes. I read to her for hours today, and I'm nt normally a mushy person, but I thought hw lucky I am to be able to have these last moments with her, e to tell her how much I love her and always will, and some people lose their loved ones suddenly and never get those last days. I am so so so lucky/blessed. I think I told her 1000 times that I loved her. I know when she squeezed my hand she loved me too.
It was my birthday today, and I can say that I have the most awesome friends ever. I chose to spend it with granny, but coming home to calls, cards, fb messages, and gifts tonight just made me feel so good, like, made my sad day okay. I needed that!
After this is all over, I'm getting stupid nasty drunk. Who wants to join? For real. When I get super sloppy, I start buying rounds....and rounds.....
Also, when this grief rolls over, I fully intend to resume my normal hostile self! 
Re: Why I'm lucky ... A mushy post
*raises a big glass of wine*
Happy birthday, Tiff. I'm glad you had a nice day with your grandma, it sounds like it was a very special time for you both.
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You know what, my granny passed away 8 years ago yesterday (your birthday). I still treasure the time I had with her. My mom had moved in with them and I had just moved back from college that July. I was planning my wedding and my granny had Alzheimer. She would often ask me if I was still dating "that cute little guy" [that shoveled their driveway one winter]. So, I would get to tell her about getting engaged again and again. :-) The last time I saw her lucid, I was leaving, gave her hug and kiss and said that I loved her. She paused and said "well, I love you too!" and squeezed my hand. This is one of my most cherished memories ever. The next morning she didn't remember me and passed away that night.
I'm so glad you get this time with her. ...and now I'm a puddle of tears!
Holy cow, we're going to have a little sister!!
count me in too for the drunk fest.