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Elaine Discont, RIP
Jun. 29th, 2007 01:03 pmSo, my grandma Elaine died this morning. She had severe MS for numerous decades, and she's been in a lot of pain for the last 5 years. The fact that she lived this long was surprising enough. She died this morning.I got the call approximately 11 minutes ago from my mother. I will be driving up to Cleveland tommorow night. My will be getting in late Saturday night. The funeral is on Sunday.
I did not know my Grandma Elaine that well. When my parents became divorced, that part of the family became an estranged group to me. I knew who they were, but I didn't really get to know who they were. My grandma Elaine was always in a wheelchair as long as I could remember. I also didn't like her dog, Tinkerbell. But I liked her a lot. Her has was full of candy. That forbidden delicacy that my mother would never let me have.
When I moved to Ohio, my mom took me to spend time with them. Or more that she would drop me off and pick me up. I would spend time with them after shuul, and then after I became a bar mitzvah (yes, a person can be one, considering the name of the ceremony describes the person), I would go over to my grandma's on Sundays and eat lunch with the family. That stopped once she ended up having to go into an assisted living home.
She had been in the nursing home for the last 5 years. In that time, she's degraded a bit mentally, her health deteriorated. At first, she'd be going about in her wheelchair more often, but in the last few years, that became less and less.
Thankfully, her pain has now ended. In all honesty, I'm not sure if I believe in a Heaven. I have had a difficult time reconciling my ideas of religion and my ideals based on what I know is scientific. The divine is something I do not think about much. But there's one thing I know. If there is a Heaven, my Grandma Elaine is there now, with my Grandfather.
No one knew what kept her going. I certainly didn't. Part of me wants to think that she waited for me to graduate from college. When I would visit her, she would cry. Every time. But she would cry and tell me how proud she was of me.
Rest in Peace, Grandma Elaine. Rest in Peace.
I did not know my Grandma Elaine that well. When my parents became divorced, that part of the family became an estranged group to me. I knew who they were, but I didn't really get to know who they were. My grandma Elaine was always in a wheelchair as long as I could remember. I also didn't like her dog, Tinkerbell. But I liked her a lot. Her has was full of candy. That forbidden delicacy that my mother would never let me have.
When I moved to Ohio, my mom took me to spend time with them. Or more that she would drop me off and pick me up. I would spend time with them after shuul, and then after I became a bar mitzvah (yes, a person can be one, considering the name of the ceremony describes the person), I would go over to my grandma's on Sundays and eat lunch with the family. That stopped once she ended up having to go into an assisted living home.
She had been in the nursing home for the last 5 years. In that time, she's degraded a bit mentally, her health deteriorated. At first, she'd be going about in her wheelchair more often, but in the last few years, that became less and less.
Thankfully, her pain has now ended. In all honesty, I'm not sure if I believe in a Heaven. I have had a difficult time reconciling my ideas of religion and my ideals based on what I know is scientific. The divine is something I do not think about much. But there's one thing I know. If there is a Heaven, my Grandma Elaine is there now, with my Grandfather.
No one knew what kept her going. I certainly didn't. Part of me wants to think that she waited for me to graduate from college. When I would visit her, she would cry. Every time. But she would cry and tell me how proud she was of me.
Rest in Peace, Grandma Elaine. Rest in Peace.
