I Love you Grandma
Okay this is probably the hardest blog I have had to write yet. My grandma whiting passed away last night. She was home with her 5 kids around her. About 2 weeks ago she fell and broke her hip. She never really recovered from that. She was home from the hospital for just over a week, when she passed away. The funny thing is that my mom called yesterday about 3 and said I want to do salsa can you come and help me. We will get it all ready then tomorrow we can steam the bottles. Me thinking we where in the mess thought no way I am doing it all right now. So I was in the mess at my moms with salsa and my mom had been back and forth from grandmas to her house. My mom was home with me at her house when her younger brother called and said come quick. She did then about 10 mins later she was gone. It is good to know that my grandma is out of pain but so sad to think that I can't just pick up the phone and call her with canning questions or sewing. Or that the next time I am at my moms I can't for just a quick min run over and just sit and talk to her about anything. That is the hardest part for me. I never really took notes of what she said. I always took it for granted that she was going to be here. So for any of you that read this and have an older person in your life that your love and respect like I did my grandma Whiting. Takes notes of the little things in life they do for you. The questions that you ask that you think they will always be here to answer. I also found this quote that is helping me alot so I will post it here for all of you.
From Mr. Magoriums Wonder Emporium
When king leer dies in act five Shakespeare has written he dies. That is all nothing more no metaphor no nothing. Just a simple he dies.
The culmination of the most dramatical literature is he dies.
It is only natural to be sad. Not because of the words he died. But because of the life we saw prior to the words he dies. I am not asking that you be happy that I must go. I am only asking that you turn the page and keep reading. And let the next story begin. And if anyone asks you what became of me you relate my life with all its wonder and end it with a simple and modest he died. Your life is an occasion rise to it.
I love this quote so I hope if you are having a hard time that maybe it will bring some peace to you to like it has me.
1 comment:
Oh Camille,
My heart goes out to you. I can imagine that the next few weeks are going to be difficult. Your Grandma was a beautiful person inside and out. What an amazing opportunity you've had to know such a beautiful person. I love this picture of your Grandma. You and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs, Angela
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