Grandma

"I love you, sweetie." A shrug. The point of a finger. A child-like grin.  That's what I remember and hold in my heart.

I will be eternally grateful for following my instincts, cancelling piano lessons and heading to the hospital this summer when I received the call that Grandma had fallen and was in the hospital.  It was a good visit.  As good as a hospital visit can be, I suppose.  The kids were mostly patient and well-behaved and Mike took them to the waiting room when they got too antsy.  I think he knew as well as I did that this would probably be our last visit with her.

I can't say how I knew, but I just felt peace and I knew we had said our good-byes and it was okay if we didn't make it back for another visit.

My heart aches knowing that my last living grandparent is gone, yet I am so thankful that she is no longer suffering.