Grandma died this morning at about 6 am. She was my last surviving grandparent - I lost the others a long time ago (two before I was old enough to remember them at all).
I miss her a little, but I feel that we shouldn't be mourning a life of almost eighty years now ended. It was her time, and that's all. I know my parents will be mourning, but I celebrate that up until the last few weeks she wasn't in the hospital, she was laughing at Thanksgiving and sounded like she was still smiling the last time I talked to her on the phone a few weeks ago. I'm glad the last time I saw my grandmother she wasn't in the hospital and deathly ill, because now I can remember her the way she'd want to be remembered - among family and friends, the spirited woman who told me stories about learning to fly a plane and her crush on the instructor. I think if I'd been around when she was young we might have been friends. As it is, I didn't know her as well as I wanted to. But no time for regret now. She knew I loved her.
I'll probably be missing class for a few days to attend the funeral. We'll see what happens.
My condolences and sincere thoughts go out to your grandmother... My mum's parents are still thankfully alive and well, but I never got to really meet and get to know those of my father, because they passed away young. Fortunately it seems your grandmother did not suffer... take care.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteThe funeral is this Saturday (such short notice!) so I'm dropping everything I had planned in order to go. Such is life.