This has been a very sad week for my family. My Grammy passed away Tuesday morning.
I posted a while back about my grandmother – “Grammy.” She broker her hip back in March, but even though she was up there in age when it happened, she basically made a full recovery. Only used a walker, but other than that, she went back to life as it was before the fall.
She was a wonderful woman, very strong, very kind, very stubborn. It is very hard to find just the right words to put here, because she was so wonderful that I don’t want this to seem trivial.
I loved her very much. It seems very strange not to have her in the house anymore.
Even though here lately, she slept a lot and was very particular about what she wanted going on in the house when she was awake (well, she was 98, could barely hear, and couldn’t see much at all). So she was entitled to the no music, CNN preference on the TV, and PLEASE don’t watch a movie if I’m awake stance that she took here for this last little while. When I walk past her room, I find myself trying not to look inside because I don’t want to see that she’s not there.
I’m going to miss her, but I know she is now resting and not tired, or struggling, or bored out of her mind for not being able to do anything. Hopefully, wherever she is (do I dare to believe there’s a Heaven?) she’s knitting a sweater for Da – her late husband – and has already managed to find a map of the country where my sister and her husband will be stationed, so she can finally “see” exactly what we’ve been talking about lately, and is sharing a good (if weak) cup of coffee with her friends who have gone on before her.
I know she is in peace.
We will miss you, Grammy.