I lost my Grandma this week.
She turned 95 just two weeks ago.
Up until the time she was diagnosed with oral cancer in September (never smoked a day in her life, either), she never spent a single day sitting at home. She was constantly running errands for others, going to Atlantic City with the 'girls' from her building, etc. She had never taken medication of any kind in her life - for anything.
She was very blessed, but not as blessed as I am for having known her.
She was buried this morning. As I sit here, at nearly 4 a.m., wearing her wedding band that my parents gave me, I can't imagine ever feeling normal again. I can't sleep, because I just keep thinking of everything I should have said to her and didn't. I can't read, because I love to read, and somehow feel that I shouldn't be doing something I love if she can't. I can't watch tv, because everything I see somehow reminds me of her. I just can't seem to function yet.
I'm selfish...I wanted her here for another 30, 40, 50 years. I wasn't ready to let her go.
She was my Grandma, and I will love her and miss her for the rest of my life.
She turned 95 just two weeks ago.
Up until the time she was diagnosed with oral cancer in September (never smoked a day in her life, either), she never spent a single day sitting at home. She was constantly running errands for others, going to Atlantic City with the 'girls' from her building, etc. She had never taken medication of any kind in her life - for anything.
She was very blessed, but not as blessed as I am for having known her.
She was buried this morning. As I sit here, at nearly 4 a.m., wearing her wedding band that my parents gave me, I can't imagine ever feeling normal again. I can't sleep, because I just keep thinking of everything I should have said to her and didn't. I can't read, because I love to read, and somehow feel that I shouldn't be doing something I love if she can't. I can't watch tv, because everything I see somehow reminds me of her. I just can't seem to function yet.
I'm selfish...I wanted her here for another 30, 40, 50 years. I wasn't ready to let her go.
She was my Grandma, and I will love her and miss her for the rest of my life.