photo by my sister
photos by my brother-in-law, Andy Lee
Grandma in May on her 92nd birthday, photo by my sister
We lost my precious grandma this past Wednesday. She'd been on the steady decline for months, and we knew it was coming, but oh how I will miss her. When she died, she was sleeping peacefully and surrounded by family, which is just how anyone would want to leave this world, I know . . . though it's tough to grapple with death, no matter the circumstances. I'm sad she couldn't have made it another week so I could have hugged her and said goodbye, though I'm grateful for my family who made her feel so comfortable and so loved in her final days (months, really).
Over the past five days, we've all been emailing back and forth about funeral arrangements, writing and editing the obituary, and talking details . . . and it's just so strange. Strange to be grieving the loss of someone so dear, and having to focus on what seems like minutiae. So surreal to email my dad and be like "oh, hey, you need a comma after this, a semi-colon after that" in a paragraph attempting to sum up my grandma's remarkable life.
The funeral is on Saturday. We will toast her and celebrate her and hope that everyone up in heaven is appreciating her spunk. I wish I could say she's hanging out with Ignatius up there, but let's be honest. . . I'm not sure he made it past St. Peter. ;)
We'll miss you dearly, Grandma. Your spirit will be with us, always.