Hello. Sorry for my absence, I had a lot of things planned to share over the past couple of weeks leading up to Christmas, but on the 18th, we lost my beloved Grandma, and on the 27th we said our last goodbyes. If you have read my blog for very long, you know just how much I cherished my Gram and how close we were. To say that I have been sad, would be a complete understatement. I am glad she is no longer suffering, and I know she is in a better place, but to imagine not talking to her again, or crafting with her, or having lunch and antiquing, that's a pretty rough thing to think of.
I wish you all could have know her. If there was ever a pure heart, it was my Grandma. She never said anything negative about anyone in her entire life. She never uttered a swear word. She never took a sip of alcohol, except one time she thought, "at a college dance, she felt funny after drinking the punch". She was sure someone had spiked it.
She never judged anyone, she just listened and loved you, no matter what bad decisions you might have been making. She was married to my Grandpa for 65 years. She raised 7 children, had 21 grandchildren, and 32 great grandchildren with 2 more currently on the way. She always knew just by looking at me what was on my heart. She graduated college with honors and was meant to become a missionary until she met my Grandpa. :)
(my Grandma and Momma)
I am blessed to have had her in my life for the past 42 years. I am also blessed that my children were close to her for all of their 22 and 20 years. She passed her love of cooking and baking along to my youngest daughter, who is also named after her. She loved spending time with all of her girls. She loved to craft, and sit and talk into the night. She loved to laugh and be silly with all of us girls as well.
Every year for Mother's day we went away for a mom's retreat and those are truly some of my very best memories. In the photo above, that is my Grandma and Mom's hands. I took that at one of those retreats a couple of years ago after painting my Grandma's nails red for the first time in her life! (she was 84 or 85 at the time!) She loved it, and said it made her feel sassy. Not sure my Grandpa approved of her red finger nails, but it became a thing after that and she always wanted me to paint her nails red. Most of us girls painted our nails red in her honor last week before we said goodbye.
This is another photo from one of our retreats. That year we all learned to decorate doll cakes. She loved doing that so much. But what I love most about this photo is that it's just so her. You can see her sweet personality through that smile, and even this year as her health was deteriorating, anytime you saw her she had on her jewelry. Always. Even if she was in sweat pants, she still wore her pearls. Pink and pale blue were her favorite colors. I guess that's where my love of pink came from.
In the last days I spent a few over nights with her in the hospital as we didn't want her to be alone when she passed. I held her hand for nearly 8 hours at one time, she couldn't talk at that point but would squeeze my hand so I knew she was hearing us. I have cried more than I ever thought possible, but we have also shared stories, smiled, and relived our memories. But most of all, I know I will forever be blessed for having such an amazing woman in my life, and she will be dearly missed.
If you think of it, please say a prayer for my Grandpa. After 65 years together he is feeling more than a little lost.
I'll be back to posting and sharing things soon.
Much love, Cerri