My grandma died. She was almost 92, and lived a long, happy life. Grandpa died five years ago.
She wanted to be with him. She was ready to go. She'd been sick for a couple of weeks. (Not a long time, I know some people are sick for years, but still.)
I was terrified that her funeral was going to being me back to the place I was when Tami died. I haven't even gotten very far away from that place, but every inch counts and I was scared.
But grandma is at peace. She was so loved and she'd lived a life that made her happy. And maybe she's with grandpa now. And Uncle John. Don't get me wrong - the services were hard. It all sucked. Death sucks. But I had my grandma for thirty-three years, and I'm the youngest grandkid. She was ninety-one (almost ninety-two) and her brain was sharp as a tack. She's had a few injuries over the last few years, and those have been hard, but she wasn't ill and suffering. I'm super lucky and I know it. I have an amazing family, and I know that, too. When I knew she was dying, I remembered the one thing that comforted me when grandpa died was this song:
It is such a blessing when people pass in what I like to think of as 'due time' - when they seem ready, when it feels right. I hold space for your grieving. <3
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your loss. Your journal page is breathtakingly beautiful. Wow. Thank you for sharing this story.
ReplyDeleteI'm very sorry for your loss. But I'm glad to know that she was ready and that she wasn't sick for too long. Your art is beautiful, as is your lettering. <3
ReplyDeleteI still miss my grammy and she died in 1963....love goes on forever and ever...sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteSurrounding you in gentle comfort as you navigate this loss. Your page is lovely, as is your love for your grandmother.
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