I really did enjoy visiting with my sister and my grandmother last weekend. My grandmother (I call her Rorrock.....long story) is not doing very this week. She was good over the weekend while I was there, but she started having little mini strokes again on Monday. My sister panics when Rorrock has a little stroke and tries to awaken her when she goes out instead of letting nature run its course. The hospice nurse has now instructed her NOT to try to wake her up. She said this may be Rorrock's way of passing easily and quietly. It is increasingly difficult for her to eat any food and to pass urine, etc. The nurse said her 91 year old body is just shutting down now.

I know Rorrock wants to go be with my grandfather (I call him Fatpaw.....another long story) and has wanted to for 21 years. He passed away in 1985. Rorrock has been very loyal to their vows. She has waited another 21 years to be with him again. No man could have ever measured up to her Charlie, so she waits.

For the last few days, when she is awake, she stares off into the distance sort of like in a trance. I told my sister that maybe she sees what is out there for her and is making the decision to let go of all of us and this earth and to go on home. I know Fatpaw is waiting for her. They were married for about 55 years when he passed 21 years ago. So in her mind, Rorrock has been married to Fatpaw for 76 years. That's a long time in anyone's book. I can only imagine being so completely dedicated to one person for 76 years. I hope I have that kind of stamina where my own marriage is concerned.

Well, I have to go now. It is time for me to go home from work. I will check in again later.