The War of the Grandmas' Baklava

[Scent of Cedar *]

How kind each of you are, and how comforting to find you here, and to read your posts. D H mother passed Christmas Eve. Her family were there with her. It's a beautiful story, in the way so many of the stories about D H mom were beautiful. So, one of the brothers made the traditional Christmas Eve Feast of the Fishes, and brought it to the hospital. There was a time mix up. Not everyone was there when he brought the meal. In typical Italian fashion, the brother said: "The food is hot! We eat now." So, we had what will, as family is scattered all over the country, be the last traditional Christmas Eve dinner we will share. Half an hour or so after we returned to the Hospice lounge, one of the son in laws noted a change in Grandma's breathing. She died with her children gathered around the bed, touching and talking to her, and the rest of her family gathered in the room. If there could be such a thing as a beautiful passing, the death of D H mother was beautiful.

I love sharing the story with you. I loved her, very much.

Cedar

 

[Nomad]

Thank you for sharing. It is very sad but in a way, beautiful. (Condolences and Hugs)

 

[Copabanana]

I am very sorry and sad she passed, Cedar. Please share my sincerest condolences with your D H.