Grandma finally fought until she could not any longer. She passed away last Friday, quietly with her children by her sides. While we expected this, it's never makes it easier. It does make it easier to know she is in a good place, no longer sick, and back to herself again.
I love this picture (though it's hard to see) They got married when they were just kids. I think she was 15. She had my mom at 17. She had 6 kids, and loved them deeply. She was so proud of them. I don't think I understood her love for them until I became a mom myself. I know that love, and I never doubted it. Her 16 grandkids too, and her 3 great grandchildren too (and one on the way.)
A week before she died, I took Brady to see her, and she immediately perked up. Her face lite up. I am so grateful she got to meet my son.
Today, we said good-bye, and shared memories.
It has been a rough month. Tomorrow marks two occasions. My son turns five months old, and tomorrow marks a month without Matt. I think about them both everyday.
I envision them meeting up there, and sharing a smoke together. Maybe he'd get her diet soda that she loved so much. I sure hope so.