Mimi passed away last night. Since March 1st of last year, she was in and out of the hospital, but it wasn't until two days ago that she was finally diagnosed. They said it was cancer. My brother and I knew nothing of treatments, of plans; we only knew that we finally had a name for the thing that gave her bad days sometimes, and at other times let her have good ones.
My mother, who was staying with her yesterday, told us that it was definitely a good day. She was sitting up, breathing fine, eating dinner. She wasn't gasping for air like she sometimes had to. The doctors said that her heart just...stopped. We're all very thankful that she went so peacefully, without pain.
Our family is beginning arrangements. If the snowstorm of the century doesn't blow through like the weathermen promised, we plan to have the funeral on Sunday.
2010 is turning out to be a year of deaths already. First a friend from church passed away in a car accident as a young man just out of his teen years, and now Mimi. The beautiful thing about it is, we know that both our grandmother and our friend have gone somewhere wonderful. We miss them already, and can't wait to see them again. Really, we'll just have to wait. Some of us more impatiently than others.