May 31, 2013 turned out to be the day that I dreaded for my entire life.
Losing Someone You Love
I debated about sharing my story on the blog, but for some reason it just felt like if I wrote the words down it would become more final.
It’s not a word people like to talk about. It’s not a word I like to talk about. But it’s been almost a month and I feel that sharing is a part of healing.
My grandma died on May 31,2013 with my hand tucked into hers.
Grandma was a person who always believed in me, she encouraged me and cheered me on when I felt the world was against me. In fact, I find no coincidence in the fact that my article “How my past has shaped my future” in the Canadian Family magazine was published in the May issue – the same month she died.
My grandma was a lady who always looked for the best in every situation. She saw good in people when everyone else gave up on them. My grandma taught me so much, not by the words we spoke to each other daily, but by the way she lived her life. I complimented my grandma a lot, I would always tell her how much she meant to me and how I could never live without her, she always replied with “Oh Jody, You are sure good at spreading that peanut butter on too thick”…Grandma never wanted people to praise her.
5 years ago my husband and I bought my grandparents house when they had to move to a smaller place without stairs. Shortly after we bought the house my grandpa passed away. I couldn’t stand the thought of my grandma being lonely. Even though we talked on the phone daily, I knew that would not be enough. I remembered reading somewhere that widows always found the weekends to be long and lonely so I thought that having supper together every Monday night would be something my grandma could look forward too. My girls loved the time with grammy. They would draw pictures of old farm houses and do handwork together while I got supper ready and on the table. As soon as supper was done my hubby would tell my grandma and I to go sit in the living room while he cleaned up and washed the dishes. I loved this time with my grandma – we talked, we laughed, we cried and sometimes we just sat quiet. You see, we had a bond that I wish every grandchild and grandparent could have. One that I will never be able to capture with words.
It’s been 30 days since she went to her forever home.
Today my husband was doing some work on our veranda, I wanted to phone grandma to tell her all about it since she loved seeing the work we were doing on her old little house. The tears started flowing, I can’t imagine forever without her but I’m so glad that I will get to see her in heaven again one day…until then, I have a million memories that nobody can take away.
Have you ever lost someone you loved?