Legacy

My grandma was laid to rest on her 95th birthday.

It still feels surreal to write that. 

It also feels strange to say that we were surprised. At 94, the past several years had been difficult for many reasons, but still, hearing the news that Grandma had passed away was a jolt. I nearly wrote that you're never ready...but Grandma was. We lost my grandpa--the love of her life--way too soon, and since then, Grandma awaited the day they would be reunited.

What a reunion that surely was! While none of us left behind can truly know what lies on the other side, I feel confident that Grandpa was waiting for her with open arms and that the two of them danced the polka to end all polkas.

The stories and memories are too many to recount in this space, but my family has been sharing plenty of gems amongst ourselves. That reconnection with my cousins especially has been such a gift in a sad time. What stands out the most from all the memories are the little ways Grandma showed her love for us, and I hope that legacy is what we all carry on. Love of faith and family.

The last time the majority of us got together was when we celebrated Grandma's 90th birthday. At the time, Grandma said it felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Now that she has, I believe that she was looking down at all of us and smiling. All two children, ten grandchildren, and 26 great-grandchildren. A true testament to a beautiful love.

We love you, Grandma. Happy Heavenly Birthday!