My grandmother, Betty Foote, died at the end of September, just one week shy of her 88th birthday. I was able to go to the service and see almost every family member on that side. I went specifically for that reason, to see everyone as I knew her death meant the end of an era for our family.
She was the person that tied us all together. Everyone felt like they were her favorite and her home was home to everyone. I moved so many times as a child, in fact, I went to six different grade schools. However, her home, even though it was in another state, was ALWAYS home. Going in to it knowing she wasn't there was one of the hardest things I've done.
I've experienced the loss of family members and friends before, and indeed to someone I was just as close with as I was her. I have decided that I am going to have to work hard to make sure my world does not become smaller even though I've lost a loved one. I have been working on staying in contact with all those delightful people called "family" that used to gather at Grandma's whether or not they are blood kin or just dear friends we've all known forever.
Even though my world has stopped turning, I know the rest of the world continues on as always. Right now I am working frantically on a commission quilt as I tend to immerse myself in things when I am trying to make my emotional way through something. I thought perhaps I'd share a photo, though this one isn't current as I've made more progress.
1 comment:
Just found your blog (by way of your Ravelry profile) and came upon this post. My belated condolences to you on the loss of your grandmother. The date of your post is four days after my own dad passed away (also in 2008).
I'm still struggling with the loss, and what you described about making sure your world doesn't become smaller.
Good thoughts to you!
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