This started as a comment on my last post, so its a bit rambling.
Thanks everyone who said a prayer.
Its really hard with Grandma Lucy. She is under hospice care now with a hospital bed in her room and doses of morphine around the clock to keep her pain under control - she was in a lot of pain until yesterday when they started that for her. She really cannot sit up any longer and standing is out of the question, but she recognized her hospice nurse and knew her name even though she only met her once. She is lively of mind still, except when coming in and out of a nap - but heck I have that and so does Boo Boo - the "I was thinking of something in my sleep and now it doesn't make sense after I am awake", you know? Oh, just us then?
She asked me if I thought she would recover from "this" and I told her with lots of kisses that I thought she would feel better. I don't want her to go, but I know she will get to see my grandpa again and her mother and father. Its okay - she has had a TERRIFIC life with lots of action. She is after all the "Original Rowdy".
She told me today I was "squiffy" and I told her that I take after her and she laughed.
She also told me all the things she liked about me and I told her that was because I take after her...and she kissed me more. I know she didn't want to let go because she is worried...me too. I want to try and get there again without all the hub-bub of all of us being there.
Anyway, if I am "squiffy" for a while please ignore it. We got a lot on our plate, but no more than I am sure than we can handle. I mean I do have T-bone to lean on, he is pretty great.
Love you guys and have a great night.