Celebrate Life

This picture was taken a couple of months ago. It was Grandma and Grandpa's 60th Anniversary celebration. I was fortunate enough to be a part of it. I got to give her a hug and kiss and tell her I loved her. She looked damned good for 92...and grandpa kept going on and on about how he caught himself an older woman.. He's 90. I got to hear stories about their wedding day...the double wedding with her cousin. I got to see her cake topper. She still had it after all these years. Her love for her family unshakeable. Her pride in her kids and grandchildren evident. And I was lucky enough to be a part of her life.

Time changes so quickly. People come and go. And although I'll miss her...and a part of me is sad...there's another part that's grateful. She lived a full life, a happy one...not to mention a long one. Would that I'll be able to do it half as well as she did.

The memorial is set for the 20th. I'll be headed back home to be there for it. I don't wonder if I'll have the strength...I know I will. And I know I can celebrate her life, and be happy she's not suffering. I can get through anything. I always do. I'm tough...but sometimes I wish I was just a bit weaker. I wish I had it in me to cry like a baby and be selfish. Just this once. But I know I won't. It would dishonor her. And it's just not me. But yeah, sometimes...sometimes I wish.