January is fired. Have I mentioned that? I mean, security has been called and will be escorting it from the building at any time now. If I don’t wake up tomorrow and discover February, there will be hell to pay.
Because to cap the month in which my husband of 10 years moved out of our home, my car died to the tune of $2700 (it went back into the shop today, as a matter of fact for being yet again ded), and numerous other sorrows and annoyances too small to record here?
My grandmother died last night.
She was my first friend, She was my very best friend ever. There aren’t words to describe how much she meant to me or how much I will miss her.
She died in the nursing home while eating a bowl of ice cream with her friends and the resident cat. She was 97 and was loved and cherished by everyone who knew her, her whole life. She had a great marriage to the love of her life, one that saw 65 years, she sent two sons to war and both came back alive, she had a daughter who made her proud and happy, she had 8 grandkids, 6 great grandkids and numerous pets and good friends over the years. She was a gracious lady till the end and had a sharp sense of humor, even when the details got fuzzy.
If you think about it, basically, G-d gave her 97 great years AND an ice cream sundae.
She was the source of unconditional love in my life no matter what. I’m really glad she got some ice cream on the way out. It was kind and merciful and a fitting coda to a life well lived.