The last week and half have been very tough for my family.
As I sit here typing, I still can’t believe it. She’s gone, not here anymore with us.
My Grandmom was the kind of person that always helped others no matter what.
Every day when she got onto the bus for senior care, she would check everyone’s seat belt to make sure they were fastened.
That’s the type of person she was….loving, caring and always thinking of others.
She lived with my parents so I saw her almost every day.
When she came to visit, I’d sit her in the rocking chair with a cup of coffee and she would cheerfully fold all of my laundry.
She always insisted on doing this for me and it truly made her happy to be able to help.
My Grandmom had a special bond with my boys. Even on the days she wasn’t feeling well, her face would light up when they walked into the room.
They made her young and she couldn’t get enough of them.
When we took her to the hospital last week, the first thing she kept asking for was to see her boys.
They walked in each handing her a photo that they colored for her and showered her with kisses and hugs.
They loved their GG, as they called her.
I took a photo of the boys and my Grandmom, not realizing this would be the very last photo I would ever take of her.
My heart is still broken not only for myself but for my family.
But I know when she finally let go of my mom’s hand on this side, she grabbed my Grandpop’s hand on the other side.
She’s been waiting 25 years to see him and I can rest knowing she is happy and in peace.