I was sitting at home, late evening, on my computer, going through pictures of Chris Phillips' 1000th game and the celebration when I got a phone call from my sister.
She told me my grandmother, dad's mom, was taken to the hospital and my dad was going to meet her. My mom was waiting for my aunt and uncle to pick her up to take her to the hospital too. I think I knew at that time it wasn't going to turn out well.
I went to my sister's house to wait for news with her. I really didn't want to be alone and being with family is the best thing at times like this.
It really didn't take too long, an hour maybe, and my mom called us to tell us the bad news. My grandmother had died.
I swear, everything just stopped in that instant. I'd never lost someone close to me before and didn't know how to react, feel, what to do.
I stayed with my sister for a little while, not sure if we even spoke. She wondered how to tell her daughters that they'd never see grand-mère again.
I eventually went home and just thought of my grandmother and everything she meant to me and how much I was going to miss her.
The next few days were pretty much a blur. Spent lots of time with family at home, the funeral home and church. It was all so surreal. I thank everyone that offered us support during those difficult days. If I never told you, thank you.
Now a year later, I still can't grasp that it happened and just how quickly. I'd seen her not long before and she seemed fine to me. Nothing out of the ordinary. She asked me when I was going to find someone and get married. She wanted me to be happy. I told her that I was happy being single and on my own. It brings a smile to my face when I think back on that conversattion.
I talk to her sometimes and I know she's watching over us. I'm sure she was silently supporting my dad during his recent battle with prostate cancer. I wish my nieces and nephew would have had more time with her. I have so many great memories of her. She showed me to make "Pudding Chomeur" when I was younger and I made it this year thinking of her.
I will never forget all the good times I had with her. All the clothes she made us, the quilts, the slippers, etc. I still have a lot of those things at home and they have even more meaning now.
They say (who's "they" anyway) that the first year is the hardest. I do believe that, but I'm not sure how it can really truly get "easier".
I know she joined my grandfather after many years without him and they're both looking out over the family. Two wonderful Angels!
Je t'aimes grand-maman!!!