It's very hard to believe that one year ago tonight, I was sitting in a nursing home with a number of extended family members, just hours before my great grandma Eunie took her last breath. I remember the day like it was yesterday.
My grandma had been sick for the last two weeks and I had gone to see her every single day. No matter how tired she was, and even though she could hardly see, she knew it was me every single time I came to see her. Every time I left, I gave her a hug and a kiss, and told her I would see her tomorrow. I had switched my hours at work starting August 2nd, my first day of my second term at Kaplan, so I would come in at 1:00 PM, leave at 5:30 PM, and go to class at 6:00 PM. I figured this worked out best so I could still have time to spend with my grandma Eunie.
I went up around noon, and was a few minutes late to work. My dad called around 4:00 when he left work and said he was going to see her. I told him I had gone up to see her before work, and that she was doing pretty well. He said he would call me after he left. No more than 15 minutes later, my phone rang again. Dad. I don't remember the exact words but it was something like, "Lindsey. You need to come here now." I asked why but answered my own question with "okay" and hung up. As the tears welled in my eyes and a lump formed in my throat, I walked into my bosses office and said I had to leave. It was the longest 10-minute driver I've ever taken. I fought tears while contemplating stopping to get gas as my light was on. I kept praying to make it there before it was too late. I got there just before 5:00, and ran to her room. It was a very long evening and I was tired, hungry, sad, exhausted, scared, nervous... She passed away at 12:40 AM. I can't begin to say how thankful I am to have spent her last hours with her, to watch her take her last breath.