It happened. January 26, 2013; it finally happened.
When your grandmother dies–a woman who is a week and a half short of her 102nd birthday–there really isn’t too much to say. In some way, when a person is almost 102, you expect that they will pass at any moment. The tough part though, is that when someone is almost 102, you also expect that person to live forever.
I grew up with my grandmother. She lived in the same house as me my whole life; well, except for the brief time I lived in Virginia or in the dorms during college. Now that would have been wild. In fact, my grandmother always lived one door away from me. She had an apartment in my house that I could get to by opening one of the doors in my bedroom. I’ll bet you can imagine all the trouble the two of us would get into. I grew up watching three soap operas a day: Days of Our Lives, As the World Turns, and Guiding Light. I watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy every night and enjoyed our weekly 60 minutes and Unsolved Mysteries. My grandmother was my friend growing up. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
This post has been in my drafts since April. Every time I read it in my draft folder I feel like there is so much more to say about my Memere, but I’m at a loss for words. It’s about time I just publish the post, and let it be. I love you and miss you Memere. I hope you are enjoying your time up there in heaven.
aw friend i’m so sorry. my last living grandparent is my grandma and she’s 100 and i’m dreading the day she actually passes away, like you said, i just keep thinking she’s going to live forever.
I am so sorry, Erin. You know I lost my greataunt (basically a grandma to me and my sister) in January as well and it was so hard to comprehend that she was just gone. I am sending big hugs. I know how you feel