I received the news this morning that my grandmother had passed away. She was my last living grandparent. It's a bit odd to think I no longer have grandparents here on earth with me. My kids are almost 21 and almost 24, so they were fortunate to have a great grandmother as long as they did.
I find myself remembering fun times with her and all my family. The times going to White Sands, the rodeo, and so many others. The time she bribed me with a brooch of hers if I would let my father pull the splinter out of my foot.
I also find myself in some sort of a loss for my "place". For more than 45 years I was a grand daughter, daughter, mom and aunt. Now I'm just a daughter, mom and aunt.
I guess it's the cycle of life and we all move through this. I've been here before and I know I'll pass through and come out the other side fine. It just hurts in the meantime.
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