I was reading through an old journal entry last night, a little story that should have made me smile remembering it.
However, without warning, I just broke down in tears. I sort of felt it then, that she had left.
My Grandma R.
I knew she was in the hospital and wasn't doing well, and that it was only a matter of time.
I went to bed shortly afterward. I hadn't been feeling too well yesterday as it was and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
When I awoke around 3am I saw the posts on Facebook. She had indeed gone on to be with Grandpa R.
Tried falling back asleep, but my stomach was still bothering me. Around 4:30am I decided to be productive, so I did the American thing and went to the grocery store in my pajamas. Got my grocery shopping for the week done and was able to fall back asleep again after I got back.
Got up again around 9am, got dressed and went to my hair appointment. Came back and did some cleaning.
I'm over 5000 miles away, and there's really nothing I can do except just go about life as normal.
I've had to say a few too many goodbyes in recent years, and they're never easy. Although knowing it's coming makes it a little easier. When my Grandma O died last year, it was quite sudden, and I regretted not having gone back home for Christmas that year because I would've been able to see her one last time.
But Grandma R, I'm glad I got to see you when I did, so I have that last good memory of you. I know you're happy now with Grandpa, but I sure will miss you.
|A picture of them together, as they should be.|