Its hard to put into words how I feel as I mourn the loss of my grandmother. I find writing therapeutic. It helps me sort through my emotions so if you want to indulge me a bit, read on. I will cherish the memories of our long phone calls, fun days at the race track and shopping escapades at Marshall Fields. Ill miss her sound advice, classy demeanor and sweet laugh. Ill try to do her mouthwatering recipes some justice. In a way, Im relieved. Im relieved that my Dad didnt have to deal with losing his mother. Im relieved that my grandmothers dementia spared her the pain of losing her only son. Its sad, but I feel they were protected from that heartbreak for a reason. I know my grandmother is at peace. I hope that after 18 years without grandpa, she is reunited with him now. This loss stirs up pain from losing my Dad last year. Its like ripping off a Band-Aid. The hurt has become fresh again, invading my thoughts and dreams. I will be strong. Ill still behave and strive to achieve in a way that I know would make both of them proud. May they rest and be eternally at peace. 💗🙏💗👼
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 01:25:33 +0000