my grandma passed away a month ago. it was pretty much, horrible. i have so much in my heart, so many emotions when i think of her. i thought here would be a good place share. my grandma was so dear to me, dear to her family and dear to everyone around her. she raised me and my sister for a while when i was young while my mom was battling with cancer. she has always had a special place in my heart, and i always had a special place in hers. i loved her. i loved her so. life is so hard without her, but i thank the Lord that she is happy, that she is whole, that she is with her sisters, and that i will see her again.
the week she was in the hospital and passed away was one of the hardest weeks of my life, ever. it was hard to spend days knowing it may be her last. it was hard hearing her tell us to be safe and lock the back door. it was hard to hear her say this might be the last time we are all together and that she wants to see us in heaven one day. it was hard to kiss her sweet face that night knowing she might not be there in the morning.
it hurt to see her lifeless body. it hurt to see my family cry. it hurt to walk into a house where she no longer sat in her rocking chair. it hurt to find the bedroom slippers that were keeping her feet warm a few days prior. it hurt to stand beside that casket. it hurt to tell her goodbye. and it still hurts.
i called my grandpa yesterday. my address book says, "grandma jumper". i think i need to change my contacts.
the week she was in the hospital and passed away was one of the hardest weeks of my life, ever. it was hard to spend days knowing it may be her last. it was hard hearing her tell us to be safe and lock the back door. it was hard to hear her say this might be the last time we are all together and that she wants to see us in heaven one day. it was hard to kiss her sweet face that night knowing she might not be there in the morning.
it hurt to see her lifeless body. it hurt to see my family cry. it hurt to walk into a house where she no longer sat in her rocking chair. it hurt to find the bedroom slippers that were keeping her feet warm a few days prior. it hurt to stand beside that casket. it hurt to tell her goodbye. and it still hurts.
i called my grandpa yesterday. my address book says, "grandma jumper". i think i need to change my contacts.
1 comment:
Totally didn't know you had a blog, too! How am I the last one to always jump on the bandwagon! I just went through all your posts...teeheehee. Fun memories in there!
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