Paul’s grandmother passed away last week. It wasn’t unexpected, as she was 93 and not doing great but not terrible, but that never makes death easy. She lived in Central Florida so we made the journey down from Atlanta on Monday and returned today. It’s maybe a 5 1/2 hour drive without small kids but with them it’s a lifetime. The kids actually did really well but I fully believe that the TV made all the difference.
Paul’s grandmother lived a full and wonderful life – she had a beautiful home on a lovely farm. She had 3 boys who married and had 7 kids, who married and had a passel of grandkids and great grandkids. I’d only met Grandmom a few times and my kids maybe a couple of times less but she was a wonderful woman who raised some really incredible people. I like to think that she took great comfort that she’d done well in life and that her legacy will live on for a very long time.
I’ve talked before about how I don’t believe in God but I do like to think there’s a heaven and that life continues on in other ways. I feel like that was pretty evident in the beauty that was before us the night that she was laid to rest.