the last word

my grandmother is dying. she was just moved to a special home, and is being made comfortable. last night my mother asked me to write a eulogy and an obituary. yeesh. i figured if i could do one for craig, i could certainly write one for ga. but for me, this woman has been pretty damn crabby for the last ten years or so. should i write about how we constantly argued about politics, religion and personal freedom? she believed in god, loved the pledge of allegiance, and well, had a word or to about those gays. what is it that i am supposed to write?
well, when i was younger she was absolutely the cool grandma. she wore wild outfits, very 80's make-up and had great jewelry. my sister and i loved her way more than our mother and spent months at her house. we were force fed endless amounts of dessert (that woman loves sugar), hugs and fun. but as she got older, and her body cause problems, life was quite unpleasant. and she essestially gave up and began to wait for what is happening now. in many ways it has been a great lesson. take care of yourself, do not become anti-social, keep that body moving.