Last Friday I got an exciting call from my cousin telling me she is having a boy!
All day thoughts of our little ones playing together ran through my head.
Will we have two little boys running around? Or a girl and a boy just like her brother and I were!
Either way, the thoughts were so fun and exciting. Making me even more excited for this little one to come.
Later the same day I got another call from my dad, letting me know that my grandma who was in a bad car accident was not going to make it after all. They had been optimistic that she would recover despite her many injuries, but a cat scan revealed that her brain had pretty much shut down. They were taking her off support, and it was only a matter of time.
I knew for a few days before, that this was a possibility, but I don't think I really let it sink in. It has been about five years since I've seen her, and was really excited for her and my grandpa to come out this fall to visit us all and meet mine and my cousins new babies. I didn't want to think of that not happening.
It's crazy to think how quickly things change.
She passed away the next morning.
It has hit me little by little all week. Remembering little things here and there. How she taught me to use a sewing machine when I was just a little girl. The goofy songs she would sing. How no matter what, she was always happy.
I'm trying to stay positive, that's what she would want. It's hard, but I'm trying.
They say that new life makes losing life easier to understand... It really does. Not any less sad, but maybe easier. We are saying goodbye to a great lady, but getting the joy of new little ones to love immensely.
That is how I'm staying positive. Remembering the past and embracing the future. Being Happy.
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Aw. I'm so sorry for your loss. You're in my thoughts.
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Ameryn (I LOVE your name),
ReplyDeleteI am a new follower from the Peacoats and Plaid bloglovin' hop. I'm so sorry to hear about your grandma, but excited for your new little one, as well as your cousins. I have 6 children (ages 9 to 19) and I lost my grandma 5 weeks before my youngest one was born. I couldn't go to her funeral because I had just gotten out of the hospital with pneumonia and one of my girls had it as well (& we would have had to travel up in the cold & snow so we felt it wasn't safe for our health). I was really sad to have missed it and sad that she wouldn't know him, but also felt comforted because I felt like she was watching over my little guy those last few weeks before he was born. Good luck with your new little one, I miss the days of having little newborns. Enjoy every precious moment, they grow up so fast.
Rachelle S.
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