It has been such a whirlwind of emotions over here for the past week. My grandma passed away after falling last weekend, I have been nothing short of broken hearted and we miss her every single day. I flew back to Iowa for a few days for her funeral and to be with family, being surrounded by everyone that loved her was such a blessing. If you have lost someone, you know that the most comforting thing is to talk about them to anyone who will listen. We all shared memories that we had & things we will remember, like how the opening song of The Wonder Years will always bring me back to the times I spent the night at her house.
Sitting in her house sorting through pictures and keepsakes after her funeral was one of the hardest parts. The house she lived in was the house my mom grew up in, and although I knew that, I never really thought of her house in that way. In a dusty cardboard box, I pulled out a stack of pictures from Christmas morning when my mom was a little girl. In front of a tinsel covered tree sat my mom & her two brothers, surrounded by perfectly wrapped presents & my grandmas famous glass Christmas gnome figurines. I could picture my grandma taking the photo, my grandpa probably sitting in his recliner drinking coffee, and Elvis on the record player. The happiest moment. My heart broke as I sat in that very room, pictures had been taken off the walls, the curtains were dusty, my grandmas slippers sat at the foot of that recliner. She once lived in that house so happy & full of life with her family, until the very end when she lived there alone surrounded only by memories. We begged her to move to Georgia and live with us or my parents, but she never wanted to leave her home, and for the first time, looking at those photos, I could understand why. It didn’t make it any easier, but we were reminded that she lived an amazing life and was so loved.
I have boxes of photos to go through, including her wedding album, her recipe box full of hand written note cards and a small stack of her floral hand towels that were always my favorite. I’m not sure any of us is ever the same after losing someone we love, I hope that I can share with my daughters what a wonderful, strong, and selfless woman that she was. And that we can take from this the reminder that every single day is so precious & we should cherish them, because one day we will be left with just memories & old photos.
I will be missing you grandma Jean, you were the very best & we love you so much.240