She was in her nineties. She'd had a good life...a long life. She'd seen her sixtieth wedding anniversary. Logically I know all this. Logically I appreciate all this.
But emotionally...my heart is a bit torn.
I'm a bit shell shocked...bewildered. A few weeks ago, Grandma P had a heart attack. They said it was pretty severe. They took her off her intubation...and she got BETTER! She was always the fighter. Quietly supportive. Vocally hilarious...filled with stories of family and old days. She didn't understand words like political correctness. She just said what she thought. She loved her family...even those of us who she gained through marriage. She was thrilled when her son married my mom...and accepted us with open arms. More grand kids to love. She always made us feel as though we were hers...as much as anyone related by blood. She always had a hug and a kiss and a story made to make you roar with laughter about her crazy escapades.
And now, suddenly, she's gone.
And the world just seems a bit darker for it.
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