Nana Westhall December 23, 1920-July 12, 2006.
Dominic and I have had a very long and stressful week. We got a call on Saturday morning that Nana was in the hospital. Later it was determined that she had Pneumonia which was a slight relief as it was initially thought she had a stroke. So, Aunt Mandy, Imagin, Dominic and myself made plans to leave at 4am on Monday.
Monday-Day one. Got to visit with Nana. We got to talk to her and she tried to talk with us, but it was to challenging for her to talk as it took everything she had to breath. The heartbreaking aspect of this was that Dominic had not met her yet. When we got there she was in ICU and children are not allowed in there.
Dad had a menagerie of photographs put up on her window sill. Nana and Grandpa Westhall on a motorcycle when they were young, grandpa Westhall in his uniform, Maureen, Uncle George and Aunt Pat's wedding photo, our family photo (taken when I was a teenager), Dominic, Maureen, Nana as a young woman, Erin and Jon, and a few other's I might have forgotten. At one point an aid told me to take them off the window, so I did, and put them right back soon as she left. (If my Nana can't be in her home and this is all she can have to see of home, there is no way we are taking that away from her.)
Tuesday-Day two. Went to visit12-2 and again 8:30-10:30pm. On this day we saw a slight decline. It was this day that we also learned that she had COPD and that the pneumonia was actually getting worse even with he antibiotic’s. While visiting on this day she hardly opened her eyes at all. It was also determined that she would be a comfort care patient only. We all began the adjustment to the terrible news. The good news was that the Residents told us that we could bring the children in briefly. We whispered to Nana to save her strength for tomorrow so she could meet the little ones.
Wednesday-Day three. Visited Nana 12-2. The nurses gave Mandy a hard time about bringing the little ones in. We decided not to risk brining the little ones onto the ICU as Nana was no longer responsive at all. I wished that I had been able to bring him in two days ago. Maureen, Mandy and I left the children with Dad and Rebecca (Grandpa Chris and Grandma Becky) so we could all go visit during the 4-6 visit. This was our time with Nana. It was our time to say our good bye's. We told of old stories, memories, sang songs, and finally we said our farewell. It is a hard thing to do. (We were supposed to leave at 7pm, but we saw how quickly her condition was deteriorating and decided to stay till the end.)We headed back to the house ate quickly and packed up the children. We all headed back to the hospital for the remaining visiting hours of the night. Mandy gave Nana directions to the waiting room so Nana could see the children. (Whether or not you believe in that thing is a personal choice, but I would like to believe that she saw them.) Back in the waiting room Mandy said that Imagin laughed, then she looked over at Dominic and he was smiling. We all left at 10:30pm (visiting hours are over) knowing that she was not going to make the night. We stopped at the grocery store for breakfast for Dominic and then headed home (Nana's house) in the pouring rain. (There were tornado warnings up in neighboring counties.) As soon as I walked in the door with Dominic I heard my dad on the phone with the hospital. I picked up Imagin and Dominic and loaded them back into the car for the long quiet trip to the hospital. When we arrived she had just passed away.
I will have many wonderful memories of our time together. I also know that she is in a much better place. However, the thing that gives me the most amount of comfort is knowing that she carried a flame for my grandfather alone for nearly or more then 67 of her living years. (She only had him in her life for 19 years as he passed away at the age of 44, she was a widow at 38.) She lived alone with him in her heart for over 45 years. She never remarried because she loved him so much she felt it would be unfair to anyone else. The thought of them reunited takes away much of the pain that is left from her absence.
One thing I have learned through all of this is to never put off anything. There truly may be no tomorrow. With the business of today's lifestyles it is easy to get distracted. We (Mandy and I) thought we would take a trip together when Mandy got her van. Well Nana departed before the van arrived and I can never take back the sorrow I feel for not bringing Dominic to her sooner. She is the only great-grandmother that never got to meet Dominic. For that I am eternally sorry.
To Nana-we will all miss you. Your love, memories, and blood line shall continue. I hope we make you proud.