And we start another week.
I woke up Saturday morning, and played with my kids for a short while. My Mom was planning to visit so I started picking up what I could around the house to make Heath's job of cleaning it a bit easier. Usually I am frantic about having a clean house when family comes to visit, but Heath had told me, "it doesn't have to be perfect" and with my weakened (sort of haha) condition, I heartily agreed with him.
I got the phone call from Mom I was expecting--she was telling me how far away she was (only an hour! We better hurry up and sweep the floor and load the dishwasher!). She also informed me that my Grandmother had passed away earlier in the morning.
I felt relief. Not sadness. I think I did the majority of my grieving a couple weeks ago after her cariac arrest. I didn't expect her to recover as well from that as she did--but at the time, I was also upset that she was brought back. My Grandpa passed away last December. I knew Grandma wouldn't let him out do her for long--that she would desire to back with her sweetheart. When I heard she had the cardiac arrest and was brought back, I was unhappy that her plans to join her dear husband were thwarted. But, I'm not a doctor...nor was I one of her children who got to help make the call on what to do.
She recovered remarkably well from the cardiac arrest, and was granted permission to go home (to her house...not her eternal reward). She got home, and passed away the next morning. I find it fitting. She did it on her own terms and is now with Grandpa.
I hope none of this sounds heartless. I love my Grandma. I have wonderful memories of her. This morning I have been reading blog entries about her passing that were written by cousins. I have cried. Not at the loss--but at the remembering those same things that were mentioned in the blogs. Grandma was a wonderful woman with plenty of uplifting and funny tales to share. She was a light. One of my favorite things from her was actually for my daughter Kalyn. Grandma (I think Jennifer may have helped too) tied an adorable pink baby blanket for Kalyn when she was born. I've been wanting to do that for Kynan and Kaci as well. So, after Mom left Saturday afternoon, Heath and I went to the store and bought adorable fabric for two blankets. I worked on them yesterday and thought about my Grandma while I did it.
My Grandma had 9 children, dozens of grandchildren (I really don't know how many, but a LOT!!), and who knows how many great grandchildren. I believe she made a baby blanket for each of the great grandchildren. I also recieved a beautiful (and very warm) blanket from her when I married Heath. Just think if she did this for all of her grandchildren and their children!! I really believe she did. She must have spent the majority of her day making quilts! And they were all made with love.
What a wonderful woman.
I am so happy she is with Grandpa now. It's only a matter of time until we are all reunited!