R.I.P Great-Grandmother
So I finally go the call today (so to speak) about my Great-Grandmother. She passed away this morning with her family nearby.
I can't say that I'm very sad. To be sure, I am, but I am happy that she has passed. She was in her 90's and suffered from a stroke, diabetes, and I'm sure everything else that comes with being a near centennial human being.
It saddens me, though, that she might have thought that she wasn't loved. My Grandmother (her daughter) worried that she didn't feel loved. But my mum said something that struck me as one of those sacred truths. She knew she was loved. Her spirit undoubtedly was there when they wept for her and knew that her children, grandchildren, even great-grandchildren loved her unconditionally.
Granted I didn't know her as well as I would have liked her, but I remember the times I got to spend with her. She was undoubtably the Matron of the clan Gibson and little bits of her could be seen in her daughters.
I'm sure I'll cry for her at the funeral but I will also smile, knowing that she isn't in pain anymore and can look down at us and cackle at our mortality knowing she's in Heaven and we in Hell.
We're still in the rat race, and she's finally home.
So, anyway, Rest in Peace Great-Grandmother. I never got to know you as well as I would have liked but you live on in all of us in little bits that, together as a family, are the whole.