Imagine this... you sit in a chair, watching the sun set down for the very last time, on a beautiful summer day. Every colour of the sky beaming with beauty, you know that it was a work of art. You shut your eyes for the last time... but to everyone else, they see you the next day, but you dont know them, or yourself for that matter.
My Grandmother, Faye, she's 95 years old... and slipping slowly into herself. Two days ago, I know she saw and remembered her last sunset... today, she wont remember that sunset... she grasps to know who anyone is. We're loosing her... 95 years of memories, watching the world change around her, children being born, people leaving this world... and she stayed to see it.
I hope that she gets to see Cindy soon without any pain or suffering. I wish nothing more then that. I will not be selfish and wish her to stay... she's got a path, like the rest of us, and she's on it, we can walk some of it with her, but inevitably, she has to take this path alone...
I'm just going to miss her... but I'm on my path...where I see people born, die, the world changing around me...and someday... well you know the rest.
Peace to all.
Sherry
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