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93 | Personal Post

I don’t normally post personal blogs, but I’m going to today.  It’s a little bit of a heavy post, just to warn you.

Growing up I was always terrified of death, like most kids, it was/is a scary thing to understand and deal with.  I am grateful to have grown up with all my grandparents, all 5 of them.  I lost my first grandparent, my grandma, almost 4 years ago, 1 week before my son was born.  Attending my grandma’s memorial service and having a 4 day old with post pregnancy hormones, oh wow not an easy thing.  Having her being the first person I ever lost, was even more difficult.  But it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be as a child.  Maybe it’s because I got to enjoy my grandparents for so much of my life (I was 24 when my grandma passed away).  I was close with her and loved her so very much, she was a wonderful person.

On to why I am posting this blog today, my grandpa, my grandma’s {who passed} husband, passed away on Saturday.  Just two days ago.  The last couple years have been rough, it’s been so hard to see him forget who we are.  It’s been so tough.  But instead of thinking about that, all I can think is, he’s in a better place now, he’s back with grandma, and as much as they playfully yelled at each other or were super stubborn with the other one, gosh they really did love each other SOOOOO much.  They were married for 65 years (which happens that my youngest daughter was born on their wedding anniversary, would have been their 68th) when my grandmother passed.  I am grateful my grandpa is finally at peace now.

I don’t think I’ve fully come to realize he’s gone yet, once we have his memorial service {in April} I think that’s when it will finally hit me that he’s gone.  My grandpa was a great man, he worked so hard for his family and worked so hard for the life he had.  I was his favorite granddaughter, ok I was his only.  I was number 5 of 8 grandkids, and the ONLY girl.  Needless to say I was more of a tomboy.  I hate when people call my girls ‘princess’ or if someone did when I was younger, EXCEPT my grandpa, I was HIS ‘princess’ and ONLY his.  He LOVED my kids, whenever I brought them to see him, he was overjoyed, the smile never left his face when they were around him.  I am so very thankful that my kids got to meet him, my older two I think will remember him and remember the times we spent with him.

A part of me is sad of course that he is gone, but the other part of me is so grateful and thankful that I was lucky enough to have him as MY grandpa.  It’s hard knowing that both of my dads parents are gone now, that part of my family is missing a generation.  But it’s the story of life and my grandpa and grandma are back together again and man they lived a wonderful life.  They lived to 90 (my grandma) & 93 years old.  They lived on their own until my grandma passed.  That’s incredible in my book.  I’m just grateful that I was able to know my grandparents growing up.  I have 3 other grandparents still living, that I am grateful for as well, they are just as incredible as these two souls were.

There may be 3 people that read this post, 2 being my mom and husband. That’s ok, this post is more for me, then anyway else.  When someone loses someone I usually tell them I’m sorry and I’m praying for them.  You don’t have to tell me you’re sorry, it’s ok, my grandpa lived a wonderful life and it was his time to go.  I’m happy for him that he is finally at rest.  I’m happy that I knew him, that I was blessed with SO many long, healthy years with him.  I’m blessed for all the memories I have with him, how to win at pinochle, him joking that we sat on his pie, or the cookies he hide in the cabinets that we could always count on enjoying with him.


Grandpa and I, circa 1988, I was about 1.5 year old.


Grandpa and I, August 2011.



This is my grandpa and grandma on their 65th wedding anniversary, November 14th, 2010.PINIMAGE

Life goes on, but you two will not be missed in my heart or my memories.


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