Grandma is resting comfortably. There's nothing medical to be done now, except to make her comfortable. That's code for lots of morph.ine.
She smiled at me briefly on Thursday when I came in the room, but has been unconscious since. Her breathing has become labored. My mom flew down from Oregon so the whole family is gathered around her to say goodbye.
I had an hour yesterday alone with her while others were running errands. It was wonderful to just hold her hand and tell her how much I love her and to thank her for being the source of so much love, support, good humor, intellectual curiosity.
(I can't believe two post with no mention of IF - it's a relief not to be navel-gazing and contemplating my bareness, but to celebrating the wonderful life of a 96-y-o woman, being there for her and for my family!)