Gloria, as I mentioned previously, had been battling gall bladder cancer since last July. She had been undergoing chemo pretty much continuously since then. Her energy levels ebbed and flowed throughout the treatments with some better weeks/days than others. But she had decided that the treatments outweighed the side effects, and she kept at it. We had been planning a surprise 75th birthday party for her in November – family from Minnesota, New York, Florida, and Texas were all planning to come. But that is not what was in the books.
Jason had come out and stayed overnight with her on his way out to a work conference (August 11th). Then, he stayed on the following Friday before heading back to Minnesota (August 17th). Jen had been planning to come to stay with Gloria for about a week, just to help out as she could. She was going to fly in on Sunday (the 18th), but because flights were cheaper on to fly on Saturday, she came a day early.
On Sunday morning (the 18th), we were at church as usual. The service had just ended when Jeremy got a phone call. He saw it was Jen, so he took it. Jen informed him that she had woken up and went to check on Gloria, who was not yet up. She found her unresponsive on the floor. Jeremy took off to be there. I stayed back, walked outside, and collapsed in tears. The contrast between the celebratory worship and the reality of loss was overwhelming. I sat looking out over the playground and tried to pull it together. Finally, I went and asked Luke for the keys to his van. I realized I could at least go over there until Sunday school was over.
The ambulance and paramedics were there. The sheriff was there. And Jen and Jeremy were there. And it was heartbreaking.
The assumption is she just passed quickly in the early part of the morning without explanation. Maybe her body was just tired from all the treatments. Maybe her heart was overwhelmed with the fluid retention in her body. Maybe she knew she had seen all her people and she was ready to go. We will never know, but we grieve her unexpected passing.
I returned to church in time to get the girls from Sunday school. Luke drove us home, and I just told them dad was with Grandma. Oh man. It was so hard. He made it home shortly after us. We sat down and shared with them what had happened. It was so hard. So much harder than with Maynard. They are older, so they felt things differently and more deeply. Plus, with Maynard, we watched as he slowly said good-bye to this world. We knew his day was coming, and we could say good-bye. We did not expect Gloria to go yet. We sat together and cried and held each other. And then we tried to be “normal” – to eat, to change clothes, to do the things that needed done. Because the first day of school was the next day, volleyball practice was still happening that week, and you can’t just stop.
Jason basically got on a flight after just getting home. Niki and the kids came a couple days later. Arturo as well. Gloria’s siblings from out-0f-state were able to get here fairly quickly as well.
Jeremy, Jason, and Jennifer did an amazing job of communicating with everyone, making funeral arrangements, creating a memorial service, and supporting one another the best they could.
In the midst of the grief and the details, it was nice to sit together, look through pictures, share memories, and create memories with one another.
The calling hours were held on Thursday, August 22 at Grace Church in Wooster.
The burial was held prior to the service on Friday morning. The girls didn’t want to say anything aloud, but they both chose to write a short note to Gloria that was put in the casket with her.
Then, we went to the service at Grace.
Our family.
Madison (about a month after this) had a journal prompt for English, What is true love? They are reading Romeo and Juliet, so that’s where the prompt originated, but as she and I were talking about what else to write, she started tearing up. She said I want to write about Grandma, but I don’t know. I said then, write about her. In reality, it is a tribute to Jeremy and the love he showed to his mom in the past year in particular. It is pretty special and spot-on.