I knew it was coming. Every time I'd go home, I'd leave thinking "Its only a matter of time." I mentally tried to prepare myself for today. Yet with one phone call I learned a hard lesson.
Nothing can prepare you to let go.
Early this morning, a woman who has greatly impacted my life the last 26 years slipped peacefully out of this world. Grandmother held and will continue to hold a very special place in my heart.
With her I shared my love of reading.
From her I received a respect for those who have gone on before.
From her I got the best dad any girl could ask for.
From her I think my obssession with rolls may have started.
From her I knew I was loved.
From her I learned so much.
I have memories circling in my mind. I don't know if I could pick out a favorite. I remember that she never let you leave her house without taking some kind of food--casserole, rolls, candy--she kept them on hand for when we stopped by. I remember standing in her kitchen talking to her--she always had time to hear about what I was doing. I remember her fiestiness, her love, her testimony.
Today, I don't cry because I feel sorry for her death. I cry because I will miss her till I can see her again. But what a joy that day will be. So, though I wasn't prepared, and its hard to say, Goodbye Grandmother. Till we meet again.
