My Aunt Susie had to have a second surgery in December to fix her hip, so my grandmother and grandfather came back to Texas to take care of her during her recovery. Grandma Barbara got sick with Pneumonia near the end of their stay and both she and Grandpa Ray were admitted to the hospital. The next day, right when the hospital staff were about to move her into Grandpa’s room with him, Grandma Barbara passed away.
I was totally shocked when I got the phone call from Mom and Dad that afternoon. We all were. I had visited G & G several times since they had been here, and though Grandma was looking thin, it was always Grandpa Ray who had been in and out of the hospital the last few years, not grandma. Mom and Dad made plans to fly out the next day and stay with us, so I cleaned up the apartment, went grocery shopping and then headed up to Allen that night to be with Grandpa Ray.
It was nice to provide some distraction for him. It made me think back to a few years ago when Mike’s grandma died. We had only been married just over a year and honestly I didn’t know her that well, especially since her health had started declining right after we were married, but I cried every time I thought about it (I was still taking the pill then) because I would imagine what my life would be like without Mike and know that that’s what Mike’s grandfather was feeling. And there was Grandpa Ray, in a hospital bed in a room by himself with nothing to think about except his wife not being there with him anymore. He told me stories of his life – some about him and Grandma Barbara, some about his parents and his childhood, some about college. It was sweet and sad, and I realized I really didn’t know anything about him. I talked about Jude and played him some recordings of his piano playing from their visit my senior year of high school. Mostly, though, I just listened.
He also told me about that day. That as they wheeled Grandma past his room and down the the ICU she told him she loved him, and he said it back, and that was the last time he saw her. That both times he tried to call her afterward, she couldn’t even talk. That she had just been moving around her room that day before she was suddenly gone.
Mom and Dad showed up the next day, along with Ray’s son Danny and his wife, Pam. According to Grandpa Ray, Grandma wanted to be cremated and didn’t want a funeral. Dad wanted some family members in town to be able to come pay their respect for Grandma, so he convinced Grandpa to allow a “celebration of Grandma’s life” that Sunday. We all gathered at Aunt Susie’s and got to see Bob Brunken and his daughter Mary (good friends and neighbors of Grandma from when Dad from little) and George and Nan Alexander (Grandma’s cousin and his wife).
Dad stayed a full week, during which time we took many trips up to Allen, went out to lunch with some of their old friends (the Jones’) and visited Bobbi Crawford (Grandma’s close cousin growing up born just four days after Grandma). We also received a thorough retelling of the day’s events from Aunt Susie, who was in the room with her when Grandma passed. Grandpa left Tuesday and went back to Florida with his son, with plans to meet Dad up in Astoria in April to go through Grandma’s things.
I’ve found myself really grateful to be in Dallas many times since we moved here. I’ve been here through both of Aunt Susie’s surgeries and gotten to help her recover when I could. I’ve been able to spend time with cousins I didn’t get to see much growing up. I’ve been visited by my parents several times, mostly because of the extra incentive of other family in town. And I got to spend more time with Grandma during her last few months of life than I have in six years.
Goodbye Grandma. Love you.











