“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” ― Lemony Snicket
I don't intend to delve into this too deeply here, but until yesterday I had not known what it was to have a loved one pass on. It is quite fortunate, I suppose, that at twenty-six years old the only loss I had experience was my beloved dog, Billy, but as time slowly moves on it is an inevitable truth that people we love will pass away. My beautiful, kind, gentle, generous granny passed away last night after being unconscious for nearly a week. I was fortunate enough to be able to spend her last days with her, surrounded by her incredibly strong daughters (my mother and aunties) and my amazing sister, boyfriend, father, and cousins.
Spending nearly a week watching someone gradually deteriorate was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Every day, from 8 am to 8 pm was spent with her in her room with my family, and every night I kissed her on the forehead and said goodbye, not knowing what the next day would bring. Suffice it to say that I am now emotionally and physically drained. I'll be taking a little break from blogging while I spend another week with my family, and will return once I'm able.