Musing Mondays is a weekly meme that asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer:

I’m currently reading…
Up next I think I’ll read…
I bought the following book(s) in the past week…
I’m super excited to tell you about (book/author/bookish-news)…
I’m really upset by (book/author/bookish-news)…
I can’t wait to get a copy of…
I wish I could read ___, but…
I blogged about ____ this past week…

This week’s random question: Do you read to cope with grief or stress when it comes into your life?

 

Alright everyone, fair warning this weeks Musing Monday reply is going to be a bit personal. It is okay if you want to skip it, I understand. Especially since Musing Monday has been gone a little while, though I did have that little sputter start a few weeks back. I really am trying to bring it back and find questions that will spark interest for everyone. Feel free to submit some questions if you like. I am always happy to have someone reach out and have that lovely contact me page going on to make it easy. Now with that warning applied, time to dig into the question this week.

Some may wonder why I asked this question. Well Late Thursday March 7th my adopted Gran, my friend’s Gran passed away suddenly. While it wasn’t an unknown thing that could happen, it was a shock. 8 years ago she had been told she had 3 months to live, so to say she out did what the Doctor’s said would be an under statement of the century. Everyday was treated as the gift it was. In recent months mentally she had gone down hill drastically, but health wise things weren’t to terrible. The last few weeks, concerns were coming up but still manageable. Thursday it was decided that she should go to the ER and have a bed sore checked out. It was getting a little concerning and everyone agreed it should be looked at by a medical professional before it got worse. An ounce of prevention and all of that. A few hours later I was told that she passed. I thought maybe it was a joke, a bad joke but one none the less. She had been well enough and it was just a trip to get ahead of a sore. It of course was not a joke. After being triaged with a weak and thread pulse she was put into the waiting room. They took her for some x-rays and then back to the waiting room. She passed in the waiting room while her Granddaughter (my friend) read Harry Potter to her. It was fast. A team did come out and took her back to a room when things happened, but he had a DNR so as her heart had already stopped there was nothing to be done. She lived a good life. Is missed. However, we are also happy that she is no longer in pain. She is no longer confined to a bed and she is with her husband whom she loved and missed dearly.

I noticed yesterday while I read a book and kept falling asleep with my face on it, (I have been sick too…different story.) that I tend to bury myself into the world and lives of others when I am working through and processing grief of my own. I did the same when my Great Gran passed away in 2006 on St Patricks day. I miss her and I still find myself mourning on the day, while also making sure to enjoy the day because she would want me to. Reading for me helps that. When I am stressing I tend to try and read as well, although sometimes my brain just won’t focus on the words when I am overly stressed. Sometimes it makes me mad because I want to read but I guess we don’t always get what we want right? Ah well.

So there is my long reply for you. I look forward to hearing everyone elses answers.