I made it through the night.
My daughter slept at my feet and my nannies took turns helping with my meds. I have no pain.
I wish this kind of exit from this world for others.
My birth seemed to be more difficult. I was so small that no one expected me to live. My aunt put me in a shoe-box and put me in the oven to keep warm. Imagine. Over ninety years now I’ve been down off the shelf and living – really living.
My last few years have forced me to be so much more contemplative. I have listened and hope that I have helped to make people happy.
My daughter and I used to have a lot of sleep-overs in the latter years. She and David or she and Katya, or she and Ben would come and have a “party” with me on a Friday night. That would give my nannies a chance for a REAL week-end. Stacey and I would talk about our new situation without Paula. We talked about my purpose. I needed to know my purpose in life. Why was I the one who stayed? I was always the one who was ill – not Paula. I think I concluded that Paula had done enough. She was tired. She nursed her whole life and especially me during the last few years. She needed a rest.
My purpose – I concluded was to make people happy. I hope that I’ve succeeded. My daughter seems to think I have. I have always been so appreciative of the help that people have given to me in my “golden” years. Without the help of my care-givers I would not have been able to maintain my dignity. I hope they know how much I have appreciated them. I tried to tell them. I tried to help bring families together – to offer what words of wisdom I could and I tried to bring people dignity. Always forgive.
It is time to rest. I’ll write more today to let you know my progress … and hopefully to make you smile.