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She would be so mad at me for posting this picture. There were 23 and counting different brands of wrinkle creams in her bathroom on the day she passed. It's cool, Gma, vanity is our favorite vice too.
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As I'm sitting here, a few stolen moments while Grace plays with my phone and Elle sleeps in, I'm feeling the loss of my grandmother-in-law who passed away last week. She was elderly, she was ill, she was ready to go...it's about the best you can hope for, but it's still sad. She was lovely, inside and out, and I am going to miss her tremendously. Today I'm thinking about her because some of her treasures are in my dining room, waiting to be sorted, her beautiful glass bowl is holding bananas on my countertop, and thanks to a serendipitously timed moment, her car is parked in my driveway (more on that later). Most mornings are too busy for me to sit still and read or write, but today I have time, and I'm thinking about the passage I read in my
Daily Guideposts book the morning after Grandma passed away. It's a story of a woman suffering from macular degeneration who, regarding her failing eyesight says, "You can never be grateful enough until it's gone." The author of the passage goes on to explain how she recognized this woman's grief not as self-pity, but as a "deep expression of thanksgiving for something or someone I am missing." I've never considered that before, grief equalling gratitude. Grief is hard. It's sad. It hurts right in the solar plexus, where no amount of food or drink or hugs can reach. But to
grieve is to have
lost something worthy of your love.
