Ida, My Grandmother Died
Boynton Beach, FL
March 24, 1986
She lived alone in Florida ever since my grandfather died. She was 85
and had a mild stroke a few days prior. By the time my mother and uncle
got to the Florida hospital to intervene, she was alert and fussing about how
ridiculous it was that they came all this way to see her.
“I’m fine, go home to your
families,” she told them. She didn’t want to be a burden to her children.
But they stayed for a few days to make sure her treatment was as it
should be. They set up her after-care. They got to spend lots of time
together, just the three of them. They had a great time and on the day they
were to leave, she had another massive stroke and died.
She died the way she deserved to die: quickly, painlessly and surrounded
by her family.
