Mothers and Daughters

It hit me today that my grandmother is dying. She's had a rough time the past few weeks, but after hearing about last night's fall and trip to the ICU again, it really got to me. Perhaps it was my mother's reaction that got me more.

My dad is over seas until Wednesday, and she had to be at the hospital with her alone last night. After much back and forth about why she didn't call me to come be with her, my mother said something so beautiful, my heart was touched. Despite years of dementia, at 1:30AM my grandmother insisted my mother go home to get some rest. And my mother felt great peace driving home in the snow. It was almost as if the snow was a gift from my grandfather. After talking with my mother, I realized how much I am my mother's daughter.

One day, she'll tell me to go home and get some rest on her death bed. And I will drive home in the snow, remembering all the wonderful moments that only a mother and daughter can share. And hopefully one day I'll be able to tell my daughter to go home too. It's the cycle of life. When someone is leaving that cycle, it is hard to see how beautiful it can be. But it is, indeed, beautiful.

I love you grandma.

And I also dedicate this blog to Cool Mama today as well...