She had been ill for some time. She was 96 years old & in a nursing home, so we knew it was coming at some point. But knowing that never makes it any easier, does it? Of course, we're sad.
I remember she always put on makeup & had her hair done regularly, like clockwork. I remember her going to the fair with us. Going to craft shows with us. We had so much fun.
Whether it was swinging, kicking or tossing a ball (or a mini beanbag) around, or laughing over silly things, she always joined us in our playtime & silliness.
She was the best Grandma anyone could ask for & I realized today that I never told her that & that makes me sad.
My older Sister told me that we wrote to her & did things with her more than any of her other Grand-kids & that she knew we loved her. I know that's true, but I still feel awful.
I know someday I'll see her again in Paradise & that knowledge gives me comfort. Someday I'll be able to tell her how much I love her & how much she meant to me.
I love you Grandma. :'(