My Nan passed away in the early hours of Saturday 8th January. She was 97 and less than two weeks shy of her 98th birthday. Not quite a century, but still a very long innings.
I wrote in my post Friday Focus - But Even If He Should Not about how my Nan was flown to Perth from Albany on Sunday 25th July suffering a blood clot in her foot. Miraculously she survived surgery (which was a success) after being willing to have her leg amputated if need be.
But as the months wore on, she faced battle after battle after her stay in hospital revealed a host of other health problems. One of the valves in her heart wasn't working meaning her heart wasn't pumping oxygen adequately, and she had difficulty breathing. Further tests revealed she had cancer although the type was never determined due to treatment not being an option.
In the end, Nan had to go into a nursing home which she hated. She always said she'd rather die than go into a home. In the end, she became very depressed and lost her will to live. She passed away peacefully in her sleep.
I tried to share the gospel with her and in the end I could see that her attitude towards God was softening a little. She told me she wasn't ready to die at first, and I tried to tell her how she could be at peace with God through Jesus. As the months went by, she said she just wanted to die, but whether she turned to Jesus or not, I'll never know in this lifetime.
I miss her terribly, but I can still smile at all the funny things she said and did. I feel very blessed to have had her as my Nan for 27 years.
Nan at 17.
Nan in the nursing home wearing her Christmas antlers. I'm surprised she agreed to it actually.