The Savages

My grandmother, Nana, Bette to her peers, is reaching the end of her life. This weekend, the hospice has declared, my grandmother will die. It's saddening, sure, but less so than the two years she has just endured. In a twisted way her death is good news. The end is the end, and this is the end, but it's been such a long one. Everyone dies, circle of life, she had a good run, whatever one says in these situations, just won't apply to a life that has been unnaturally extended and reduced. Her end was prolonged, and that's what saddens me; the medically enhanced struggle for a life that should have ended. But, well, she had a good run, circle of life, right? Everyone dies. What can I say? I'll struggle just as she did. We all will. Tubes, catheters, respirators, we don't care so long as it's not the end. Well done Bette Turney. Nana. This is not your eulogy, but if it were I could sincerely say that you had a good run, hopefully it was an enjoyable one.