My Grandmother passed away on November 3rd, 2011. She was 95 years old and the mother of 5 children. She was a talented chef, a genius with embroidery and crochet and a knack for sewing pretty much anything. In fact, in secondary school she made my school skirts for me and even made my shirts for some time too, until I asked her to stop.

There is nothing that prepares any individual for death. The weekend before she broke her hip and needed surgery. She came out of the surgery just fine – she woke up from the anaesthesia and was able to keep food down. The next day she just died, suddenly. The nurses said it was quite sudden. One moment she was speaking to the nurses and the next she was gasping for breath.

Part of me wonders if she was complaining of a tightness in her chest or trouble breathing while she was talking to the nurses in those moments before and was misunderstood. Granny had a speech problem because of her oral cancer some years ago. It’s a terrible thing to think. In fact it’s haunting me right now.

Even hough I’m still numb to all this, I think I am slowly starting to feel the deep, anguish that follows the loss of someone you love.

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