My grandma fought a hard battle her entire life. She worked hard to get to where she ended up.
At the end, she fought another hard battle for a week. Yesterday we were called in because her breathing had changed. We wished her well on her journey and she died peacefully.
I have had a full plate these last few months and my emotions have been on a roller coaster. My plate is full and I can’t handle anything more!
As we get older, the oldest generation dies. My grandmother was the last of that generation and now my parents and their siblings are the oldest generation of our family.
Often that adds a dimension to us. It causes us to reflect because all of a sudden we realize that we really are getting older!
I can definitely say my grandmother was a trooper. She prevailed through things that most people couldn’t, or wouldn’t, at least in her time. Being a single parent in the 50’s and 60’s. Being a working single parent at that! Her faith never left her and she went to church until she couldn’t any longer.
There was just one thing… she thought many people didn’t like her. I wonder why that is?
I will leave my post at that as I take the time to mourn.