My grandmother died yesterday. She has had a very hard time with her memory after grandpa died 9 years ago. She could never remember who my daughter was and would have to be reminded of her name and age each time we went to visit. (My mom and I think she may of had a stroke around the time of Lily's birth because it was Grandma's first real memory block.) Grandma adored her but just could never grasped who she was. I must be honest that I did not visit her like I should have because of the insecurity in myself to handle the situation with my children. My mother has been a warrior for her, fighting through every condition and episode that grandma would face. Grandma lived in her long term a lot in the last 3 years a place where I was not included.
So here I sit here in tears trying to reconcile the guilt I feel for not seeing her more: I sorrow I feel for not having her in my life anymore: and the joy of knowing that she is with her Savior and surrounded by people she has longed to see again.
2 comments:
Praying for you.
so sorry, gail.
praying here too.
much love.
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