A few days before Thanksgiving my mother was prepping the turkey at my Grandmother's home, when my Grandmother had a severe stroke and was rushed to the hospital. I visited her as often as I could while she was in the ICU. Things started to look better as she was moved to a regular room. Then the Sunday before she passed I felt an urging to go to Mass. The sermon was about being at peace in your heart and being ready for whenever it was your time to go "home". I cried throughout Mass. As I walked to my car, I felt the urge to go visit my Grandmother in the hospital. My mother was in the room standing next to her. I was fighting back tears as I looked at her frail body. She opened her eyes and looked at us, which later I found out was the last time she had opened her eyes. I stayed for a little longer before having to get back home. I cried all night when I realized that her body was starting to shut down and wasn't going to make it. The night of her passing she finally heard God calling her name and she peacefully slipped away. My brave mother and aunt were by her side.
I will always cherish our final conversation and I'm internally thankful for our last real moment together.