Grandma

So my Grandma got pneumonia.  Definitely a bad thing, since she has emphysema.  She was in bad shape before she told my mom and uncle.  After 4 days in the hospital and not getting better she decided she'd had enough.  She said "I've known I'm going to die and I might die today or it might be a year, but I'm not putting up with this anymore."  She said she wanted to go home, sit with her kids and talk about old times.  So they checked her out and took her home...  They did just what she wanted.  They talked, they drank gin martinis (her favorite).  Then she sent my uncles home so she could sleep.  My mom stayed with her, and they talked a little more.  Grandma slept and dreamed and talked in her sleep ("that's so funny!", "I love my family and my family loves me"), then died in her sleep about 2 am.

I'm sad she's gone but happy she was able to die like she wanted to.  She was ready.  She had her 90th birthday party in November and she had a good Christmas.  And that's what she wanted.