After we left the emergency room we went home, leaving my mother and Amy behind to help my Papa Jack as they waited until late that night for a real hospital room to open up. Finally one opened up around 9 o’clock that night. The next day they spent the day at the hospital with Nani and Papa Jack, meeting with certain people that wanted to see her and getting ready to move her back home. Meanwhile, me and my sister were forced to return to school the next day. Acting as though everything is fine when your whole world is changing is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
That Thursday we left again to go be with her while she lived out her last few days. As I walked through the doors I had walked through at least a hundred times before, the first thing I noticed was the large hospital bed in the living room. Within a day she had been transferred from the hospital back to her home, and since she could barely move, (much less get up the stairs to her bedroom) …show more content…
After the funeral she spent a lot more time alone, and you could see all the emotion she was trying to hide. My mom, for a long time after Nani passed away, was “not the same for awhile”, and was “a lot more quiet” than she usually was. She became more forgetful and seemed to be missing something. Because of my family 's faith, many of them including my brother and my mom have turned to God to seek comfort after Nani’s passing, consoled by the belief that she is currently in heaven. For me personally this was one of the most painful experiences I have ever been through and it largely shaped who I am today, and has shaped the family and friends who were there to experience the passing away of a beloved grandma, mother, and
That Thursday we left again to go be with her while she lived out her last few days. As I walked through the doors I had walked through at least a hundred times before, the first thing I noticed was the large hospital bed in the living room. Within a day she had been transferred from the hospital back to her home, and since she could barely move, (much less get up the stairs to her bedroom) …show more content…
After the funeral she spent a lot more time alone, and you could see all the emotion she was trying to hide. My mom, for a long time after Nani passed away, was “not the same for awhile”, and was “a lot more quiet” than she usually was. She became more forgetful and seemed to be missing something. Because of my family 's faith, many of them including my brother and my mom have turned to God to seek comfort after Nani’s passing, consoled by the belief that she is currently in heaven. For me personally this was one of the most painful experiences I have ever been through and it largely shaped who I am today, and has shaped the family and friends who were there to experience the passing away of a beloved grandma, mother, and