A few short paragraphs to sum up someone's life. It doesn't even begin to capture the essence or reality of the person we all knew.
And then it's all over. We go back to our own worries and lives.
Every now and then we might remember grandma Ginny fondly...the most grandmotherly-grandmother I have (if that makes sense!). Kisses on the cheek will fade to a mere memory.
The best and worst memory for me will always be that last time I saw her and she called me her "Golden Girl". Now I haven't been a blonde since about 5 years old...but grandma still always called me that. We had a special bond.
I don't know how to feel. Even though I knew last time I saw her it was probably goodbye, I wasn't ready for it to be goodbye...
I'm still in Oregon - got here last Monday and am staying until Sunday or Monday so that Henry and dad can build fence. I went to the viewing and family service and plan to go to the church memorial in a couple of days. Today I'm supposed to go to her house and get some tools for Henry. :( Anyway it's a sad reason to have a visit.