World of Jop

Farewell to my granny, who passed away last wednesday…

Writing about it in a blog that can be read by many is an extremely strange thing for me. I always have be the kind of person to keep misery for myself…Like my parents and sisters, I guess that is the way we are raised. But yeah, the blog should give some reflection of my life, and life can always be cheerful, right?

Earlier I wrote about the operation my granny had in hospital. It went very well, an recovery at first went great too. But when she moved outside of the hospital, to an appartment where she could stay alone, supported by some nurses her health decreased again.

She needed to go back to hospital, and the situation slowely decreased, until the moment came the docters told there was no more hope. Dead would be only be a matter of time…

Living in a country where euthansy sometimes would be allowed (though not in the radical way as often is thought in other countries), the docters than would give morphine to my granny. The morphine makes sure the dead will be peaceful and without pain, so that the person does not have to suffer unnecessarily.

The evening before my granny would pass away, I spend in the hospital in front with her bed with my parents. Especially my mother was sad, of course, so it was my task to support her. It also was my final goodbye to my granny, allthough I am not sure if she could notice I was there…I told my daddy I felt this would be the last night of granny and it was like that; at in the night she passed away. Monday will be the cremation.

Rest in peace granny, we will never forget you. I pray there is a place where we can meet again.