The End
Three weeks to the day after Dale came to get Dad, I watched the red Suburban drive away with the body of someone else I loved. Grandma died after just the slightest struggle, 94 years old and loved by everyone. If these things really come in threes, our dues are paid. Now it's time to heal.
posted by A at
9:41 PM
2 Comments:
Hey, I am so sorry to hear about your grandmother as well. What big blows to your family back to back. Cry your heart out, sweetie, but know that someone you've never met is thinking of you. Take care. Libby
Thanks for your note over at the Chronicles, A. I've been thinking of you lately, as a friend of mine also lost her father recently, and there are similarities in the ways you both share your memories of your respective loved ones, keeping their spirits alive.
My heart goes out to you and your family for being asked to carry so much of the burden of loss all at once like this. I hope there is solace for you in knowing that your father and grandmother seemed to have peace at the end, and I wish you comfort, grace and the return of great joy to your lives very soon.
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