Hail Mary Full of Grace
For Margaret, II
[See alsoEulogy for MargaretandWindmills, Truckstops and Transitions - Living in the In-Between (For Margaret, I)]
The week before last, I held my grandmother’s hand while she died in a quiet room at Mercy Hospital in South Buffalo, New York. Her son and his wife, my uncle and aunt, stood on her other side.
She had seen her mother, she'd said.
“It’s ok to go with her, Mom,” my uncle said. “You did a good job. We love you. We’ll see you again.”
We repeated how much we loved her.