Grandma

I am not one for getting real serious on this blog seeing how it can be read by anyone and everyone. Although pretty open, the idea of opening up everything is a little much but...my grandma passed away on Thursday night. My mom called me on my cell phone while I was driving to pick up Susanna from dance. She had lung cancer and had up until then been in relatively little pain. It was her first bad day...what a blessing. I cried a little on the way to dance and was a subdued and a little distracted when I walked in. Two of the ladies walked out to talk to me and noticed I seemed a little spacey I dare say. They asked what was wrong and I said oh my grandma died. They seemed a little horrified and didn't quite know how to respond. I quickly reassured them I was okay and they hurried away not wanting to bother me. It made me think about the fact that really I was okay. I was so happy for her to not go through the suffering that her disease could have brought her. She had a great life, was the best grandma, had been without my grandpa for five years and missed him. I was suddenly so glad that I have the knowledge I have that it was okay, she was okay, she was happy and reunited and I would be too. I think I shocked those two kind women who couldn't believe that I would say it's okay...but it is. I also have some pretty spectacular memories of my grandma...thanksgiving dinners at her house, gingerbread cookies, boston creams, and pizza hut, colored pencils and sleepovers. Grandmas flowers, rolling down the hill and the best lemonade. Early morning walks and "oh my lands" plus lots and lots of crossword puzzles. She was a brilliant woman and sent the best birthday presents. I am so lucky to have her be my grandma.