It's over.

FCBMom has passed. It happened shortly before 7am this morning. I know she was just waiting to go home to die. She didn't want to be in a home or a hospital. The last time I saw her on Thursday she was sitting up in bed and smiling and remembered my name. That was the last time my daughter saw her. She was more like normal Grandma then than at any other time in the last couple of months. It was the last rally before she went to be with her husband in the ever after.

Yesterday morning, looking down out of the window of the hotel room (we are in Orlando on spring break Disney trip), Punk said, "Look Mommy, there's Grandma down there!"

I asked her if Grandma was waving at her.

"No Mommy, she is going away."

This morning I got a phone call at 6:50am. It was FCB calling to tell me it just happened.

Punk jumped out of bed and went to the window of our hotel (a different one than the night before which is a long story for another post), looked down and said, "Ooh look Mommy! There are footprints!"

I asked her if she saw Grandma.

"No Mommy, the footprints are Grandma's and Grandpa's and they are going away."

She never met her grandfather. He died a couple of weeks after I found out I was pregnant.

Somehow I don't think I am going to have to explain to her what happened to Grandma.

I think she just already 'gets' it.


I am glad I was able to give the woman 5 years of happiness with her only granddaughter.


R.I.P. Adrienne. You are finally without pain, and reunited with your Love. You are home.