It was a Wednesday, time to pack up and head home. But...God and Grandma had a different idea! As I sat with my Grandma on the bed, she told me to get up and go enjoy the lake. She said "go ahead, I"m not going anywhere." I replied with a nervous laugh and said "GG, it's pouring rain outside, I'm staying right here!" She snapped back quickly "fine, but don't make me drink that nasty protein drink your dad keeps giving me!" :) We laughed together...for the last time.
I sat there with her for a while longer. She told me I was a good Mom. She told me I had a beautiful family. She told me not to cry. She told me she wasn't scared. And then again, she told me she wasn't leaving the cottage. She was right, and I almost feel like she knew it from the beginning of the weekend. I almost feel like this was the plan. She was a strong, courageous woman...she held on until she was in a place that she loved. She held on until she laid down on the bed, and my dad laid next to her and told her it was ok to go. That is a sight I will never forget.
God had us right where He wanted us. God had my dad right where He needed to be. God had my mom there to help support my dad. God had Casey (the neighbor) available to help with the girls. God gave me (and Nicole) the grace we needed to handle this difficult situation. It was hard, but honestly looking back, I'm thankful. Thankful for the minutes I shared with her before I left the cottage.