Love you, bye.

Well ya'll I lost another one. 
Another one of my beautiful sweet residents went to heaven. 

Actually, two in one week. 

SUCKS HUH?

I went to the funeral of one today. 

She was very special to me. 

I called her grandma, she would laugh and tell me to go to hell, that made her sound so OLD!

Let me tell you a little bit about her:
She was born in Boston in 1920. She refused to believe that she had an accent, but I made fun of it every chance I got. She was the 4th out of 5 children. Her older and younger brother died at a young age from illness, leaving the three girls. She said that one was very pretty, one was very smart, and the was very usual. (That's what she said, she is anything but usual.)She wasn't treated how she should have been. Her parents didn't really show much intrest in her, or anything she did. Too bad for them. They missed out. 

She had a love for children and helping others that was undeniable. She went to nursing school and worked in pediatrics. Following she was a air force nurse, kicking ass AND taking names. She cared about others more than she ever cared about herself. 

She never married. When asking her about this she would always say, " I almost got married once, I was 17. Then...I got smart." 

She never had children. She just gave and loved and gave some more to everyone else's. 

She loved animals and traveling. She had been just about every where it seemed like. 

If you needed someone to cheer you up, 5 seconds would do the trick. 
These are my favorite, famous, lines that she used all the time:
"Hey Squirt!"
"I wish I had that swing in my back yard."
"You're so cute, it's too bad your a damn            brat."
"I parked my car at the Harvard yard."(No accent my butt.)
"I bet your husband is home thinking of ways to escape."

She had a personality like no one else I've ever met. Nothing she said was ever hurtful, just funny, sassy, loving, and sweet.

6 weeks ago from November 2nd (the day she died) we found out that she had lung cancer. It had spread to her liver, leaving her with three large lesions. And those were the only ones she wanted to know about. No more tests were done, she didn't want to know. I can't say that I really blame her. 

She had been coughing up blood for a few months. It was getting scary. She was losing weight, and not eating. She was getting dizzy from shortness of breath. This woman was 91 and never wanted to ask for help. Finally, she had to. She started wearing oxygen and letting us push her in a wheelchair. "I shoudda gotten sick sooner! Look at all this attention!"

She was on hospice, and her nurse came in with reports from the hospital. They estimated 2-4 weeks. I cried. and cried. and still cried. That is not long enough! Not fair! 

During the next weeks, I would introduce her to my mom, dad, and husband. She loved them. 

One day, I found her crying. I don't know why I remember this so clearly, but I do. We just sat there in silence for a few minutes. I asked her if she was scared. "No sweetie. I'm not scared to die, I'm crying for those I'm leaving." 

She put up a long hard fight, and lived for 2 weeks longer than the doctors predicted. She proved them wrong.

Cancer sucks. Especially when it takes someone who loves life so much. 

I am forever grateful for her wonderful friendship and example. 

I know she is drinking Dr. Pepper, surrounded by puppies, and loving being healthy again. 

I love you from the cockles of me heart grandma.