The Day My Granny Died

Fraser Lindsay

It was 10am on a Sunday morning. I got a call from my mother. All I understood from the call was that I should get up to the Hospital where my dear old Granny had been recovering after having a fall in her own house. I had a deal with my Granny. I would cut her grass for her if she lived until she was 90, but she was only 86 when she died.

On my arrival at the Hospital I couldn't find her. She had been moved out of the ward she'd previously been on, so I found a nurse who told me that she'd been moved into a room on her won. I asked the nurse how long my Granny had left, and she said "she could last another week or two". That cheered me up slightly. I was directed to the room my Granny was in.

I walked in and she was on her own. I had expected my mother, her sister and partner to be there, so I said Hi to her and asked where everybody was. She said they'd gone to get a coffee. She seemed quite bright and cheerful. I sat down at her bedside, took a hold of her hand, and asked her how she was doing. Her reply was that she was not doing too well. So, I started to speak about the deal we had about me cutting her grass, but only if she lived until she was 90. I said "see if you're ready to go Granny, I'll call off the deal, and I won't hold it against you, not living until you're 90." She said that she was ready to go and that she was glad I had called off the deal.

At that point, my mum, her sister and partner came in with their coffees. We were all sitting at her bedside when after five minutes or so, my dear old Granny started going grey, from her feet upwards, until her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she was away. Away to find my Granddad, and as she had a very strong faith in Jesus, she was going to be with him and all her past descendants who are already in Heaven.

So, although it was sad that she had died, I felt happy that she passed away happy with the life that she had led and she was ready to go and meet her maker.