Coping

My hero died yesterday.  My grandfather, who was 93, and who I have posted about previously (If I could figure out a way to insert links here, I would), quietly passed away yesterday with his two sons and wife by his side. I found out after I returned from a great weekend in Florida, where the weather cooperated for the perfect beach wedding (even though I had to go down steps during the processional).

I'm devastated, but I'm strangely calm ... much calmer than I was when my Granny passed away in April (been a hard year). Maybe because I've had lots of practice coping this year.  Maybe because I have a to do list a mile long to distract me. Maybe because I know he's been ready for a while now. Maybe because I know he's in a much better place and can possibly work with the Big Guy to pull some strings with my love life.  Whatever it is, I'm at peace.

I will be a blubbering mess come Wednesday morning at the funeral.  I know this about myself. But, I will cherish all the wonderful memories I have of him and all that he taught me.  His influence on my life was huge, and I will always love him dearly.

Comments

[Sam]

I love you dearly, and I know your strength (yes you are incredibly strong) will pull you through your sorrow. Would love to make a donation for your grandfather, let me know the best place.

[Traci]

Oh Lee Ann so sorry to hear this. You were lucky to have him in your life.