The phone rang shortly after 8:30 last night. Didn't get home until after 4 this morning.
She was a stubborn woman in her days and she was stubborn to the end. We kept saying she will hang in until 2 am and then say good-bye. Her baby daughter left at that hour and number 3 child departed at that very hour as well. The ironic thing is, she never left at 2 but instead at 3, technically with it being British summer Time for the children, it would be the same if she left then, but our clocks are an hour ahead. She gave her final breath but seemed to resist at the end. That was her awkward way and to be different.
She has had a long 7 1/2 months battling renal failure and previous strokes. It all went for the worst on Wednesday and it was the waiting game. But the suffering has ended and she is on the other side. She lead a full life.
Sometimes when we think there is a floodlight at the end of the tunnel, there is only a flicker of a candle.
Our dd who was born just 2 weeks prior to all this, slept through most of it. They seemed to be competing for who could snore the loudest. We wonder what dd thinks as she would automatically smile at her nana when she saw her, but instead curiously looked on trying not to miss a thing. Maybe that is why she doesn't act like a 7 1/2 month old. She has been through a lot in her short life time. I wonder if she will remember any of this.
But we continue knowing, life should only get better. It is tests like these that make one stronger and helps in preparing for tougher challenges in the future. Let's hope it is not really soon.