My Grandma

On Tuesday, January 13th @ 3:15am, I lost my Grandma - she was 2 months shy of her 91st birthday. It sounds selfish to put it on me and say that I am the one that lost her, because there are a lot of other people that lost her too, most especially my Grandpa. But I don't like any of the other ways that the situation can be described.

I can focus on the fact that she got to meet Marlie and hang out with her twice - and that at my age, I am probably a lot luckier than most in that I still have grandparents that are living. I am sad that she didn't get to meet Samantha. I saw her when I was 6 weeks pregnant and 36 weeks pregnant with Sam - so she just missed her. But she told me several times how beautiful both girls are and how much they looked like me.

I wanted to look at this pic again, so I posted it.

There's no funeral or memorial service. My grandparents said they would never have one. After all, they have a lifetime of beautiful memories, and there's really no reason to end on a sad one. And my Grandpa, being him, says that funerals are for the people that are living - and since he's living, he doesn't want one! And I'm kind of with him . . .

And I got my first stab at explaining things like this to Marlie when she asked why I was crying yesterday. So I took out a picture of Grandma to explain, and before I said anything she pointed to it and said "That's my Great Grandma" . . . mission accomplished . . .