It has been a long week. One that began in Florida and ended at a funeral home. Bags are still unpacked, homework isn't finished and above of all, we are all saddened by an unexpected passing.
On Monday, Don's grandmother had a heart attack. Ironically, we had just been talking a few days before about how well she was doing and how fortunate she was to be living on her own in her own home at the age of 88. Needless to say her passing was unexpected. I'm not a religious person, and I'm not sure where I stand on divine intervention, but I do know that something must have brought her out to the grocery store that afternoon where she was surrounded by people who called an ambulance when she wasn't feeling well and ultimately kept her alive after she collapsed. Because of that, we were able to make it home so that Don and his family could be with her when she passed, peacefully and quickly.
She was a tiny lady, but she will be missed in a very big way. Even from the first time I met her, when I was just dating Don, he told me just to call her Grammy, because everyone did, and he was right. She was every one's Grammy. She was everything a grandmother should be, the very definition of grandmother. Kind and caring, with never (and I mean NEVER) a negative word to or about anyone. She truly sought to see only the best in everyone, a trait that I admire and wish that I could emulate. And if there is one thing grandmothers are known for it's spoiling; and Grammy was a champ. She loved her family and I think every member of it knew, without question, how much they were loved.
Today was the funeral and it was a wonderful goodbye to such a sweet woman. The place was filled to capacity, and then some, with people who cared for her and wanted to share stories about her. It was beautiful and moving and sad. She will be missed by many. And I am one of the many.