My Grandmother past away in her sleep early yesterday morning.
Just a short two months ago, she came home from a trip complaining about a stomach ache, but feeling fine otherwise. After some routine checks, they determined she had cancer spreading throughout her body, and was diagnosed as terminal. She was given no more then three months to live. It was a shock to all of us. She handled it with grace as she did with everything in life, and stayed beautiful even until the very end. I was able to visit her twice in these past two months which I will cherish. I will never forget my sweet four year old giving her his last hug good bye on her bed—his great grandmother from whom he inherited his red hair—and then after one last smile, he leaned down to give a delicate kiss on her arm.
I wore this blouse today because it was hers. She loved polka dots! I must have inherited that from her :) She had impeccable style and class; she was one of the most gorgeous women I have ever known or ever seen.
I will miss your voice, smile, laugh and love Grandma.
Your oldest grandchild