My gma was my best friend. She always let me know exactly what she thought. She’d be so frustrated at me sometimes for the ridiculous shenanigans I managed to get into. She didn’t approve of everything I did and my random spontaneous personality drove her crazy.
She always smiled when she saw me and always needed ”Shawna Hugs”. I never left without telling her I loved her. We will always have our magical bond and unconditional love.
Now I’m lost. Now I cant call gma just because I need to vent. I cant text her my random messages. I was so proud when she learned to text, and she liked it too, lol…
Gma always had my back. We were buddies. We could always gossip amongst ourselves. Well, gma did kinda have a big mouth, but hey, that’s just gma for you. Gma was the glue that “tried” to hold the family together. She just wanted everyone to get along. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.
Papa and gma were such an awesome couple. Almost 50 yrs. Together, I couldn’t imagine. They always cracked me up. Papa is always chilled and relaxed. Gma was driven crazy by this at times. Even when they’d argue it was a blast and ended with a laugh.
Gma dismissed the entire surgery to be no big deal. So naturally, I believed her. I figured she’d be in and out. I was so confident in her. I needed to show her that it would be ok. I completely understand how she felt to have a tube down her throat, feeding tube down her nose, trache in her throat and ventilator helping her breathe. I know how scary it is. I know how frustrating it is when nobody understands what your trying to communicate. I know how scary it is when they have to suction out your lungs. I know how scary it is and just don’t want to be alone.
I hated seeing her in pain, terror and heartache. She fought and fought until finally she just couldn’t take any more. She decided to be taken off all the machines and just go home. Well, she never made it home because the high risk of transportation. When she passed it was just her and papa in the room. That’s probably how she would’ve wanted it.
She will always watch over me but I will never get over my own selfishness because I want her back, I will always want her back…
I’m not sure where she’s at but she’s definitely with her mom and dad, who she loved dearly. She will always have a chunk of my heart…
I don’t know what to do. I need her.
R.I.P. LaVerleRoot
April 26th,2009
She always smiled when she saw me and always needed ”Shawna Hugs”. I never left without telling her I loved her. We will always have our magical bond and unconditional love.
Now I’m lost. Now I cant call gma just because I need to vent. I cant text her my random messages. I was so proud when she learned to text, and she liked it too, lol…
Gma always had my back. We were buddies. We could always gossip amongst ourselves. Well, gma did kinda have a big mouth, but hey, that’s just gma for you. Gma was the glue that “tried” to hold the family together. She just wanted everyone to get along. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.
Papa and gma were such an awesome couple. Almost 50 yrs. Together, I couldn’t imagine. They always cracked me up. Papa is always chilled and relaxed. Gma was driven crazy by this at times. Even when they’d argue it was a blast and ended with a laugh.
Gma dismissed the entire surgery to be no big deal. So naturally, I believed her. I figured she’d be in and out. I was so confident in her. I needed to show her that it would be ok. I completely understand how she felt to have a tube down her throat, feeding tube down her nose, trache in her throat and ventilator helping her breathe. I know how scary it is. I know how frustrating it is when nobody understands what your trying to communicate. I know how scary it is when they have to suction out your lungs. I know how scary it is and just don’t want to be alone.
I hated seeing her in pain, terror and heartache. She fought and fought until finally she just couldn’t take any more. She decided to be taken off all the machines and just go home. Well, she never made it home because the high risk of transportation. When she passed it was just her and papa in the room. That’s probably how she would’ve wanted it.
She will always watch over me but I will never get over my own selfishness because I want her back, I will always want her back…
I’m not sure where she’s at but she’s definitely with her mom and dad, who she loved dearly. She will always have a chunk of my heart…
I don’t know what to do. I need her.
R.I.P. LaVerleRoot
April 26th,2009
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