Last Sunday I lost my grandmother. This Sunday the visitations and funeral are over and I am left slightly discombobulated. Forgive me if this post is slightly discombobulated too.
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| My beautiful grandparents |
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| Yep, that's me with the big mouth. |
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| Me again...oh how she loved the grand babies. |
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| Just a few years ago, still beautiful. |
My mother's parents were really the only grandparents I ever knew. My father's mother died before I was born and his father died when I was very little. I spent a LOT of time with my mother's parents. For for the majority of my life my grandmother was the center of my grandparent universe.
On February 7, 2016, just a few days short of the anniversary of my grandfather's death, my grandmother died. Never again would I wipe her lipstick from my cheek after a kiss, hear her scold me, tell me she loved me or ask me to move over where she could see me better. I never thought the emptiness would come so quickly, but it has... the nearness I once felt is starting to fade. All I have now are photos and memories... I have no more grandparents.
When people say "you're never prepared" for the loss of a loved one, whether the death is sudden or "expected," they are 100% correct. Life will, most certainly, go back to normal and move on, but the world will be a little more empty. I miss her already.
