

The first day I was home this particular October - I went to the nursing home to see her. Since she was in a new facility, I did not know what room she was in. I stopped at the front desk to ask for her room number and the lady pointed at Grandma sitting not too far away. When I turned around and she noticed me - she simply said, "Oh, Clare", smiled, and held out her hand. I can still hear her voice that day. I have this picture on my desk at work and every day I am reminded of how much I loved her. And even though I miss her terribly - I believe she is with me every time I pick up a hook to crochet, say a rosary, or see a red geranium.
A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best friend. ~Author Unknown
Okay make me cry :( I am sick today...first day back to work and I had to call in.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful way to remember her. To read that made me smile. It's so importnat to celebrate life, and it sounds like she shared a wonderful one with you.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping my blog, I appreciate what you wrote. I am a control freak and dealing with the unknown is not a skill I've mastered. You made me feel better, thank you so much for that. It means so much.
I just found out I have the flu on top of everything else so I'm a little emotional (blame the exhaustion). Thank you, thank you, thank you.