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November 09, 2007


Kimberley Taylor

I don't think you fumbled this attempt one bit. It recalled my own bittersweet memories of saying goodbye to my grandmother - on the phone - from Europe with no way to make it there in time to say it in person.
I remember also how confused she was, and how it was obvious that no one was telling her anything about what was happening to HER.
From thousands of miles away, I told her the truth, and reminded her that she'd done a great job with her life, and that she meant the world to me and how grateful I was. I told her I'd never forget and that I'd tell my own children the tales she told me of her childhood, of her disappointments with her own trials of motherhood; of the jokes we shared. We laughed over a few of them one more time, and as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me that it would be the last time I would hear her voice anywhere but inside my own head.
She died a few hours later and I could only feel relief that she was out of that dreadful hospital (I consider them all that way) and on with the next adventure...or non-adventure...but either way done at last with the pains of this life which are often most acute at the end; as if to goad the departing to suck it up and get on with it because anything has got to be better than this.
Your story is touching and incredibly personal, and I thank you for sharing it.
I'm sure your grandfather would be pleased to be remembered with such tenderness.


Thanks for your kind words, and for sharing your own story. Sorry to hear about your grandmother's passing but I'm sure you're right, she's got to be somewhere better! Again, appreciate the thoughts, too.


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