I've been able to spend time with all my family. Those people that I love the most. Who have been together since the beginning of my life...to be there for the silent end of someone so important.
I don't know that I'll ever forget Friday, September 28th. Greg, mom and I in a room with Grandma. The woman who was slightly crazy, always loving and supportive to me, and as strong as they come.
She used to drive up to my college and take me out for a steak dinner - and tell me stories of when she and my Grandpa were younger. She'd leave me money in the side pocket of my purse. And not say anything about it.
Just so I'd be okay.
And she loved my kids. She was there for Henry's birth. And came up to Seattle the day Stella was born.
She used to make sure she always had a jar of coins for Henry when we'd come to visit.
And she could make jelly like no one you've ever met.
And she liked canned beets and loved a baked ham and fried oysters.
She made me feel important. And I loved the holy living shit out of her.
I'm so glad to have been with her at the end of her life...when she's been such a big part of mine.
Goodbye, Grandma.
I just love you. You are so very important to us all, and I will remember you and the little things you have done for me and my children for the rest of my life.
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