To Buffalo

My Grandma Anderson passed away yesterday at the age of 84.  It's difficult for me to pinpoint an exact cause of death - no one seems to know, exactly.  I'd like to believe that she died of old age, but part of me knows that she more or less gave up after taking a spill down the stairs in her home last fall.

It is my belief that she simply didn't want to continue trying anymore.  She didn't want to take part in physical therapy, preferring instead to confine herself to a wheel chair.  No matter what reward was set in front of her, she simply sat, and waited.

And so it is with mixed emotions that I will travel to Buffalo today for her services on Monday and Tuesday.  I am sorry that her life was so full of sorrow that she decided to bide her time, passively waiting for death to come.  At the same time, I am glad her life is over, because that is what she wanted most of all.  It's what she's wanted for years.

I'll miss my Grandma.  She was always very kind to me.  She always spoke to me as a human being, and I appreciated that.  I know that children deserve to be addressed honestly and openly; that is something my Grandma taught me.  I hope that, in the end, she was able to find her peace.  She deserved that, in the very least.