Fare thee well, Junebug
My grandmother died yesterday morning. I received word shortly after leaving the gym around 9am. My heart aches and my eyes feel raw.
June Eicher was an artistic, loving, kind, compassionate and, dare I say, slightly mischievous matriarch of my family. She was 95. She would've celebrated her 96th birthday this coming Saturday.
Mom told me she stopped eating and drinking roughly ten days ago. "I suppose she figured it was time to go, but she was going to do it on her terms." Yup, that is a definite trait of an Eicher woman -- stubborn and independent till the end.
I could write more, but I don't want to right now. Maybe in a few days. I lost my last grandparent. My Mom lost her Mom and dear friend.
Ironically, I was beginning to see the light after months of gray regarding my friend's death. Mourning is a complicated process and sometimes I wish I could press that fucking fast forward button. Now, it feels like the sheer gray curtains have drawn themselves over my life again and it will take even more time to get them to part.
Gods, I miss her.