It's been a rough week. On Monday, we had Zane's grandma's funeral. She survived her husband by only about six months. It was a surprise to the family that Grandpa died first, because he was so active and Grandma was practically wheelchair-bound. I personally was equally surprised, although maybe I shouldn't have been, that Grandma went downhill so fast after Grandpa died. Regardless, it was one of those happy/sad deaths, where Grandma was really ready to go.
Also on Monday, my grandma died. I was with her two hours before she died, which is nice. My MIL Marilyn said she's been missing her mom for years, and that's how I feel about Grandma. I've been missing her for years. I don't think she's recognized me for years, and hasn't recognized her children for at least six months, maybe more. Here's how I remember Grandma:
Past year: Old. Tired.
Past five years: Aggies soar in '44, I think I'm the oldest person here, Did someone say children? Suzanne Kathleen Wayne Saundra Dale Gay Jerry, Hattie Erma Bagley--what a name, I'd like some cookies and ice cream, [breaking out into song], I just love you.
Before then: Making blankets (who did she make the elephant blanket with the crocheted tails for?), chocolates, biking shorts, rugs, and many other projects; telling stories about Aunt Ginny putting honey in Grandma's hair because Ginny was jealous of Grandma's curls; being a grandma.
I love you, Grandma.