I just returned home from a very long and heartbreaking trip to Florida. My grandmother, 91, suffered a stroke and died in just two weeks due to complications. I was blessed to be one of the few able to spend her last weeks by her side, before she took her last breath.
She was a kindred spirit, strong, no-nonsense lady that lived quietly. She didn't believe in pretense or boasted about herself, although, never shied away from sharing her loved ones' accomplishments.
I had the honor & privelege of clearing her home of her personal things, which allowed me to know her even better. I can't describe the amount of strength it takes to take on this task. It was hard and felt as though I was invading her privacy, at times. However, I made sure to do it with as much dignity as she deserved. In the process, I discovered how deeply she loved her family. Her love was unconditional. She cherished her memories and those she had a hand in creating.
She was one of my biggest fans & supporters; constantly, commenting on my newest posts. I was blessed to have her as long as I did. She lived a long life. She was grateful for that and aware that everyday was a gift.
She was my gift and I am thankful for that.