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After work tonight I stopped by mom's house where my great-grandma has been brought home to die. Hospice has been arranged and meds are being provided to help with pain management. The end started last week when she had a heart attack and the doctor's discovered some blockage in her heart. Refusing surgery, she merely wants to made comfortable as she passes from this world into the next.

So, tonight I stopped by for a brief visit. I love her dearly but being there is very uncomfortable for me. So why am I going back tomorrow?

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  1. Hugs--that sounds really, really tough. Both my husband and I are faced with soon loosing our last grandparents. They're just not in good health. I'm so thankful we moved home a few years ago so the kids could grow up knowing them!!

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  2. Thanks, Joely.

    Enjoy those grandparents while you can and get some pictures of you and your kids with them.

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  3. I'm really sorry for you and your family. Going to visit may be hard but it's the right thing. I sat with my father at the end and while it was miserable, I'm glad I was there for him the way he'd been there for me. It's important for them to know they're still loved when they're going. That's why you're going back.

    I hope she goes quietly, with a smile on her face.

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  4. Thanks, J. I hope for the same thing.

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