Grandma Norma Jean Orton

I've been putting this off for well over a month, perhaps in the vain hope that I would wake up one morning and things would be different.

Grandma Orton passed away just after midnight on August 10, 2012.  She had been doing poorly for some time and it was certainly not unexpected.  The Wednesday before she died was the last day I spent with her, trying to get her to eat (which she was having none of) and coaxing her to drink (which she wasn't having much of).  Our last conversation was about Eric.  She asked where my hubby was.  I told her that he was at home, and she smiled at me.  "He is wonderful!"  I agreed and told her that he loved her so much.  "I love him back, and you too!"  She smiled and went back to sleep.  She was still sleeping when I left.  The next day, she didn't get up at all.  She stayed in bed and slept.  Eric and I went over about 9 pm-ish to say goodbye.  We were still awake when we got the call at about 12:45 that she was gone.

I found this on Pinterest, and though I did not write it, it is as close as it gets:

We love her and we are so glad that she got to go home, but we miss her all the same.