Erich's maternal Grandma died Tuesday evening. Nadine was a tough lady who had been sick for years. She has been on dialysis since before I met her. The last time she visited Indiana was for our wedding, five years ago today. We've rushed out to Kansas City so often these last few months knowing that the end was near and usually being told that we might not make it. She did and somehow even though I knew she probably wouldn't see another Christmas, I thought she might just live forever. She seemed to beat the odds time and time again.
She had a fun loving laugh. She enjoyed life. She enjoyed her grandchildren and the great grandchildren that Erich and I gave her. I made her a hat last winter and she wore it and loved it. She'd tell us how she loved her hat when we called.
We didn't find out about her death until Wednesday morning. Tuesday night I had bad dreams about trying to get to her. When my mother in law called, I knew what she was going to tell me. Wednesday night I had dreams that Nadine was dancing with her husband, who died many years ago. I hope they are happy and at peace where ever they may be.
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