My son's grandmother, Carmela, died at the end of February.
My son last saw her when we were in New York for my father's funeral mass. We visited her and my son's aunt, Roe. It was a good visit. Roe, who has been living with cancer for the last several years, was having a good day. Carmela recognized my son, which was not assured given her diagnosis of Parkinson's and dementia. It was such a good visit. I am glad it is our last memory of both of them.
Roe died in November after her long struggle. Carmela moved to her sister's house in Sicily the week prior to Roe's passing. Roe had arranged everything for her mom. She was the perfect daughter.
My son has lost so much in the last two years. I think he might be numb to all the tragedy and sadness. I ache for him. What can you do when there is nothing you can do?
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