Goodbye Grandma

My Grandma died yesterday. She had Alzheimer’s and has been going down hill for years. On Tuesday she had a stroke and was basically brain dead. We visited her on Wednesday to say our goodbyes. While we were there, a priest stopped buy. He read some mumbo jumbo out of the Bible, said a prayer, and starting singing while touching my Grandma’s head. I found it creepy and cultlike, but it seemed to make everybody else feel better, so I guess it was good.

People live and die. It’s very sad when we lose friends and loved ones, but that’s part of life — it ends eventually for us all. Maybe some people need to believe in a fairytale to make them feel better, but I don’t. There is no heaven or hell just like there is no Santa Claus, sorry to spoil it for you. When you die you are dead, gone, only a memory, and that memory won’t be around all that long either. That is the reason I try and enjoy every day, and live them to the fullest. Our days are numbered and I don’t want to take any of them for granted.

Goodbye Grandma. You will be missed by all, but I know where you are really at. You are in my memories, and will be there until I am just a memory like you.