I am not trying to sound like "Debbie Downer", but we had a death in the family last Friday. Andy's Grandmother died in the afternoon as most of her children were en route to visit her. Her youngest son, Rick, was with her when she died. Grandma's passing was a blessing. She had Alzheimer's and really had not recognized us for years. She was 87. It is still hard, though, because the piece of her that was still physically here is gone.
In the early days of my marriage, she would often ask me when Andy and I were starting a family. She wanted to see us have children. We had Peter after being married 3 years. When we took him as a baby to see Great-grandma, she mistook him for one of her own babies. My sons never had the chance to know their Great-Grandma. It is really a shame. She was mother to 7 children; grandmother to, I think, 17; and Great-grandmother to 15 so far. She was a devout Catholic, faith-filled woman. Her husband, whom I never met, died 17 years ago. I am sure there was one big party in heaven last Friday night. God Bless you, Grandma! We will miss you!