Lately the littlest things have had me doubled over blinking back tears. My Grandmother died this fall and I really miss her. She was awesome. I named my daughter after her maternal great grandparents. She has a pretty, but undeniably awkward hyphenated middle name. But it feels good that we were able to honor them in this way. I'm just so sorry that she will never get to know them.
My grandmother was a great lady, liberal and outspoken, loving and inclusive. Thursday we're off to Florida for her memorial on what would have been her 90th birthday. The anticipated stress of traveling with two small children has temporarily blotted out the grief. But it's there. This past year was tough. Her health was failing. I wanted to bring the Daughter down to her for a visit, but she wasn't up for that. So, I waited and then she was gone.
We're all grieving. But Friday we will celebrate her life on her birthday, and hopefully it will be a great party, as she would have wanted it to be.