A Passing...
Been planning to do this for awhile but never actually sat down to do it. I'd like to write more about my personal life, but it's pretty much all the same so there's never been any particular rush... ^^" However... some things have or are going on that while other people don't care, I still want to write down and acknowledge.
Upon the end of May, my grandmother- my dad's mom- passed away. I've had a few relatives pass on- including my maternal grandmother and uncle- but this time was so different. Grandma had been sick for a few months now, choosing to live her last days at home. We all knew her time was short and all the cousins- and there are many- took the time to come and say their goodbyes. I even brought Kat one day so she too could say farewell. (Kat has pretty much been adopted by the family and Grandma was like another grandparent to her so she too is feeling this loss, I'm sure.) Then the night we heard that she had passed peacefully and painlessly in her sleep, all of us went to be with Grandpa.
That night... and the day of the funeral... It was bizarre but beautiful. Everyone was their. My grandparents had five children, who all have children and also- except for my dad- have grandchildren. And there is also one great-great grandchild. So needless to say it was a large affair in any case. My grandfather never lacked for company. The grandsons (some of them, including my brother) were the pall bearers and as a granddaughter, I laid a rose upon her coffin.
I miss my grandmother. She really was like a second mother to me. (I called her Mom before I applied the title to my real mother!) Every family event, every holiday, every lazy day where you just want to be with family- she and Grandpa were the axis where the world turned. It is bizarre- and a bit painful- to have to acknowledge that she is no longer with us. However, to die as she did, in her sleep, surrounded by family... It seems like the sort of passing that is said not to happen anymore. But it does. It did. And it helps to know that she is in a better place, with our Lord, her parents, two of her seven siblings.
So... it is not much. Not nearly everything I could say about all this. But that's not the point. It's not for anyone else, but me. Because it matters.
I love you, Grandma~