Grandma's Miracle

Miracle’s are not always glamorous. They don’t always end with healthier, happier, ever after. And in our case, this was very true. 

Our grandma was diagnosed with dementia and cancer 9 years before she passed. For about 6 of those 9 years, she fared okay. I mean, she had more good days than bad days. We were blessed to say that we could enjoy her for the most part, even if her memories were fading and she often referred to us with different names. That was okay. We just loved to be there to see her smile. 

That all changed in the 7th month of year 6, 5 years ago today. She got very ill and was bedridden. Despite the outlook, we truly believed that she would overcome this. She has overcome so many other obstacles in her life. Days went by, they started turning into weeks. She was able to talk and communicate with us, although her words were very slurred. It was difficult to watch this decline. Literally, overnight, she wasn’t walking and talking. 

Weeks turned into months. 

SInce she wasn’t on any machines and she was somewhat coherent, there was little we could do. The doctor’s did the best they could with medicines and pain killers. We found, in time, that she was sleeping more and more. Her body slowly began to shut down, just as the light that hid behind her eyelids. 

I can’t speak for my family, but I was terrified. I wanted so badly for her pain to end. I wanted for her to be able to rest. I knew her time with us was limited, but I would rather see her leave than have to see her in this state. 

It wasn’t fair. It seemed, quite frankly, cruel. 

In my prayer, I asked for the angels to come take her. I asked for the Lord to have mercy. I found that even during the busyness of the day, in my walking state, the prayers filled my mind, my heart. I asked my family to join me. We invited a priest to perform her Last Rites. 

My grandma suffered. She suffered for almost 3 long years. 2 weeks after I began my prayer routine, I noticed a small change in her. She seemed better rested and more aware when I visited. She even smiled when she saw me. I knew, somehow, this was not her getting better. It was her saying goodbye. 

The last visit I made to her, while she was still able to speak, she said, “be good now you hear. I will see you when I see the whites of your eyes, hoping the creeks don’t rise.”

I miss her terribly. However, I know that she is around and I was so grateful for the last moments of peace she showed me. I am grateful for the peace that she is in today. 

Miracles are not always healing in life, sometimes miracles bring about healing through passing. 

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