Coming Home

I'm driving to Montreal tomorrow to see my Grandmother. While I visit her every second month, this particular trip is significant. My Grandmothers health has been deteriorating over the past few months and the warning signs are there telling us that soon, she will no longer be able to care for herself alone. I've been prepared for this trip for the last 7 years, since my Grandfathers death. I made him a promise before he passed away that when it was time, I would care for my Grandmother. It was a promise I made without hesitation and with complete love and respect for them both. The best memories of my childhood were times spent with them. They loved me more than anyone has ever loved me. That is an absolute. I was their world and they made sure I knew it. Its come full circle now, and for me, the final gratitude I can offer is to care for my Grandmother and ensure she dies with dignity and surrounded by the people who love her. This trip is to initiate "the talk". My grandmother is both fiercely independent and stubborn ( Surprised?) I wonder if she, herself knows its time. When she first moved to this apartment, she knew it wouldn't be long term. She wanted to hang on to her independance for as long as possible. I had such respect for that, but she also promised me that she wouldn't allow herself to be placed in danger by staying too long. I have the full support of my immediate family for which I am grateful. They know what this woman means to me and they know the promise I made my Grandfather.