March 10: I got a call from my dad this evening with news that my grandma passed away this afternoon. Her 86th birthday is tomorrow.
Dad was with her as were two of his siblings, my Aunt Julie and Uncle Scott. She declined much more quickly than we thought she would, but perhaps that was a blessing for her. I’ve been trying to get my head around the fact that she’s gone. It’s a really odd feeling to have these people who have always been such constants in life be gone.
Since Mom, we’ve lost Bryan’s grandpa, Dandy; my grandpa; Terry’s dad, Forry; and now my grandma. I’ve had enough. Looking at little Sylvia’s tiny hands and feet and newborn movements, it’s amazing to think that she’s at the beginning of the life cycle that Grandma has just ended. I’m really glad they were able to meet.