My Grandma died 2 months ago today. It's been a pretty bumpy couple of months and I have come to a conclusion: Grief is a funny thing.
I believe that the people we love are with us always - in our hearts. That when and if they decide to visit us after they have moved on to what comes next, they do so with humour and love.
Grandma and Grandpa were the grandparents that gave us the gift of The Lagoon and summer trips there with them were filled with card games, fishing, (LOTS of candy and cookies) family and peace and quiet.
Grandpa died at the age of 70 in 1987. Grandma stayed with us for another 26 years. She celebrated holidays and successes with us and mourned losses with us. Weddings, funerals and births. She got to see her great grandson born and lived to see my brother and I well settled and happy in life. She was 98 years young when she finally had enough and decided that it was time to go.
It's hard to sum up a life - so I won't do that. I will leave you with the poem my Dad had published in her obituary.
No hand so soft and gentle
No heart so tender and true
No sorrow life could bring us
Can equal losing you.
