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RIP Vicky Hyde
Last night my maternal Grandmother shuffled off this mortal coil.
She'd been going downhill for a while, suffering from a series of degenerative ailments - which I use in an entirely non-medical way, it sounds like it might mean something technical but really I just mean she was getting old, degenerating. Bits of her were stopping working, like her hands and legs; she had a shaky hand for years, then she had difficulty with long walks and in the last year or so she started using a wheelchair for trips out of the house. (I think maybe she had Parkinson's, but I'm not sure.) Then of course there was the cancer thing, and after that her brain never really got it back together. We all knew it was coming, but I don't think any of us were really ready. The whole thing had a sort of lumbering inevitability about it, which I suppose is the point, really.
It's kind of nice, kind of terrible, that she died on their wedding anniversary. They had sixty-two years together. To the day. And all her children were there when the call came. On reflection, there are many worse ways that it could have happened.
Somehow that makes it more heartbreaking.
Just had to go through this post changing all the tenses from present perfect continuous ("She has had") into past perfect ("She had"). Ouch.
UPDATE: Funeral is next Monday. Grandad apparently prefers funerals to be small, discreet, somber affairs, but he will have a job on his hands if he wants to stop the entire Hyde clan turning up en masse.
She'd been going downhill for a while, suffering from a series of degenerative ailments - which I use in an entirely non-medical way, it sounds like it might mean something technical but really I just mean she was getting old, degenerating. Bits of her were stopping working, like her hands and legs; she had a shaky hand for years, then she had difficulty with long walks and in the last year or so she started using a wheelchair for trips out of the house. (I think maybe she had Parkinson's, but I'm not sure.) Then of course there was the cancer thing, and after that her brain never really got it back together. We all knew it was coming, but I don't think any of us were really ready. The whole thing had a sort of lumbering inevitability about it, which I suppose is the point, really.
It's kind of nice, kind of terrible, that she died on their wedding anniversary. They had sixty-two years together. To the day. And all her children were there when the call came. On reflection, there are many worse ways that it could have happened.
Somehow that makes it more heartbreaking.
Just had to go through this post changing all the tenses from present perfect continuous ("She has had") into past perfect ("She had"). Ouch.
UPDATE: Funeral is next Monday. Grandad apparently prefers funerals to be small, discreet, somber affairs, but he will have a job on his hands if he wants to stop the entire Hyde clan turning up en masse.
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*hug*
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Though my car is full of comics that I was supposed to be dropping off at home as part of Operation Empty House.
Fuck it, yes, I would love to come round, if you don't mind me sobbing on a corner or something. How do you get there again?
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Must be the year for it.
hugs n stuff
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Much hugs Andy, I'm sorry to hear the bad new.
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Keep the faith, bro. Don't get disheartened. We're here for ya.
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When my Grandad died, two years back it was hard, sometimes knowing in advance is just as hard.