I have this picture in a frame on my entertainment center. I have always loved this picture because of the love you can clearly see between my son and his great grandmother. I think that was the saddest part of her death yesterday, watching my little boys cry as they kissed her goodbye. Ethan told me he felt sorry for his grandpa because “his mommy is dead”. He quickly comforted himself by saying “at least Granny can still watch over Grandpa”.
I know that it’s the natural cycle of life. I know she lived a full life. I know she was an amazing woman. I know that there are many wonderful memories I have with her that I can think back upon. I know that she’s at peace now. The tears I cry are not out of despair, but because I will miss her. I can’t ever sit and talk to her again. I will never hear her precious laugh again. I will never hear her tell me how much she loves my boys again. I will never watch her dance again. I will never hear her sing again. Mostly, I’m sad for my dad because no matter how old she was, no matter how full of a life she lived, no matter what, he no longer has a momma.
I’m ok. I understand how life works, but Grandma’s are precious and losing her still hurts. I know it’s not a tragedy, but it’s still a loss of something very dear.
Thank you for your kind words and know that I’m fine, just a little sad.