Ok – technically the post title should read “Love, Loss and 98 years and 11 months” – but I figured that would be a bit too specific.
Today we buried my husband’s grandmother. A DEAR woman who was never mean spirited or cruel. She was always such a joy and a pleasure to be around and she loved my husband and our children with all of her heart.
My husband has been… quiet this week. He typically is insane and from the moment we found out on Monday morning, he’s just been quiet. His mother is the one I worry about the most though. I can’t even image what this must feel like – and if I’m being honest with you – I don’t want to even THINK about it.
Anyway, the reason why I am writing this post is because I found real beauty in the day. She lived 99 YEARS. What a blessing! If only we all can be so lucky. She lived a very happy, sane, peaceful life and was surrounded by her family and friends throughout.
Makes me want to hug my kids a little tighter tonight and call up friends who maybe I’ve been a bit distant from. We are only here once – so let’s all do it right. 🙂
Hugs to you all. We are all in this together.