Earlier in the week, I shared that we’d gotten word that my grandma was dying. We didn’t know how long she had, only that it was coming.
Last night that phone call came. Many tears have been shed, hugs given and phone calls made.
I really can’t believe she is gone. But at the same time, I know that Alzheimers stole her from us several years ago.
Now, we are left with only memories and momentos to remind us of the incredible woman whom I was blessed enough to call my grandma. I would love to share all the fun we had, the stories, the laughs and the life lessons but I’m just not ready yet. You see, she held such a special place in my heart that I need to hold that close to myself for just a little bit longer. Selfish? Maybe. But trust me when I say it’s part of how I will heal from this and every day will get a little bit easier.
For now, I sit and celebrate the wonderful conversations we had, and mourn the ones we didn’t.
I love you gran. Thank you for helping me become the woman I am today.