Tonight, I went to see my grandmother (known to me as Granny) as she approaches her final days. The "experts" claim that it is only a matter of time before she dies. Granny is having trouble breathing, eating, swallowing and keeping a regular heart beat. Her body seems to be failing as she approaches her 93rd year on this planet.
I saw her last Tuesday and she was much more responsive than tonight. She could barely only speak a word or two. Tonight, she didn't seem to have the ability to smile. I could tell that she wanted to speak. But her body failed her while her spirit is still sharp.
In her final days, I just want her to be comfortable and know that she is loved. Each subsequent visit gets harder for me to make. It is difficult to look at her while her frame becomes gaunter and she looks closer to death with each new visit. Death isn't pretty. However, it is a necessary part of the journey except for a few rare folks, such as Elijah and Enoch.
Seeing my grandmother face death bravely gives me comfort to know that she will some day soon be in the presence of the Lord. It also causes me to see my own limits and realize that life is short. I had better make the most of it because we never know when our time comes.
Granny, I love you and appreciate all the life that you have brought to our family. Thanks for being such an encouragement through the years and always believing in me your "extra special" grandson.
