I’ll never forget the date February 9th, 2008. It’s the date I got the call from my mom saying my Grandma had died. Even though she was 87,Â it was a complete surprise to everyone. She was the only Grandma I ever really knew and she was more like an aunt then a Grandma to me! My mom’s an only child and her dad died before I was born so Grandma was always a big part of our family.
I wrote about my Grandma a few months back when she fell, broke her hip and we weren’t sure if she was going to pull through it but, she did. She was doing well! Improving a little more every day but she was still in pain and that’s exhausting.
So many things are going through my head as I plan the trek to Canada. I miss her already but, I can’t wait to see my family and be with people who knew her like I did. It’s weird but I want to be at her house right now…even if it’s to just be around her things.
I’ve dealt with a lot of death through my friends this past year and I’ve learned a lot but, this is different…this time it’s my Grandma. She’s in a much better place and she has no pain now…that is comforting but, I miss her.
I have so many wonderful memories. I went through my photo albums with Matt last night and we laughed and cried together. I know it will be the same when I get to Canada and meet up with the rest of my family. I’m thankful for every moment I had with her and I have tons of memories to hold on to.
I know some of you have experienced grief by losing loved ones…you understand this time of disbelief, shock, confusion, relief, reflection, and so much more. Please think of my family this week and pray for us.