My Thunder Bay trip was anything but happy, I’m sad to say. As anyone who reads this blog might know, I had to leave quite abruptly last Wednesday because my grandmother was doing very poorly. I went straight from the airport to see her and she seemed okay for the night. My mother spent the night on Wednesday and I returned Thursday morning ahead of schedule when she called me in a panic.
In true Molly fashion, my grandmother hung on as long as she could, but her breathing was intermittent and her oxygen levels were very low. She was also unable to drink or eat anything and couldn’t take an IV because her organs were rejecting all fluids. She died Thursday night with me and my mom at her side, each of us holding one of her hands.
The next several days were a shitstorm of emotion, fighting with my mother, fighting with Alex after he flew in, and dealing with ALL THE FUCKING DRAMA. I cried not only from my grief, but also from how everyone wanted a piece of me; everyone wanted me to take their side… and I felt like none of the people who wanted a piece of me even gave a fuck that I lost one of the most important people in my life.
BUT, I took a page from Molly’s book and pushed forward. I couldn’t hide my tears nor cry in private like she did, but I endured, as I always do, and after a rollercoaster finale to the trip, finally made it back home.
I send all my love to all the people back home who put up with my emotional state and who supported me. I apologise to all the people I pissed off or pushed too far. What matters most to me is I’m back home. The world seems a little darker now that she’s gone but I know she’ll be part of me for the rest of my life, and I’ll be sure to teach my kids what she taught me.
I love you, Grandma.