Tonight, November 22nd, 2013, my grandmother, Martha, passed away. It was not unexpected, it has been coming for a couple of weeks now. But being ready for it, and wanting it to happen, so she could be in a better place, doesn't make it any easier.
Today I went to lunch with my mom after work, and we did a little Christmas shopping. We had no idea that tonight would be the night. But we spent the whole time reminiscing about grandma and the silly things she said. Nothing but the best memories, it was like subconsciously we knew. It was a healing talk.
Earlier tonight, when I was sitting on the couch with Adam playing Lego Lord of the Rings, I heard my phone chime. And I knew. It was just a simple text, "She's Gone." I cried while Adam held me for a good 30 minutes, and then we picked up the game controllers, and played. In silence, but we played. Because what else was there to do? Grandma wouldn't want me to cry, Although I'm sure there will be plenty of times I will cry in the upcoming weeks.
I no longer have grandparents and that is a tough truth to swallow.
My grandmother loved golf. She was a socialite, who was known by everyone in town. We could never go anywhere, where we didn't run into someone she knew. She loved Mexican food, a trait she passed on to my mother and me. She was funny without ever meaning to be. And the last time I visited her, she kept telling everyone at the nursing home that I was a Psychiatrist, and after a while I stopped trying to correct her, because it made her so darn happy.
She introduced me to my favorite movies, Gone With The Wind and The Sound of Music.
I miss her already.
Rest in Peace Grandma, you blessed my life in so many ways.