I was going to share a card with you today, until I received the heartbreaking phone call very early this morning that my 89-year-old grandmother passed away. It isn't very often when I share such deeply personal moments on this website, but, my joys are your joys, my cards are your cards, and today, my sadness is your sadness.
Our family had been sitting with her throughout the last 12 days of hospice care, reading, praying and reminiscing. My grandmother and I shared a unique bond, probably based on our love for hot fudge sundaes, but, she also adored my cards. I sent one to her every other week, on the odd week when I did not call her up. She saved them in the nightstand beside her bed and showed them to anyone who came to visit. She also offered them a piece of peanut butter fudge that was hidden in there too.
Below are two of my favorite photos of my grandmother, Phyllis, and I,
taken at my father's wedding in 2004.
Today, my heart aches, but, I have comfort in knowing she was not alone
and is now once again re-united with her husband and siblings in peace.