My Grandmother died today. She'd been ill for quite some time, cancer, but she'd beaten it before and I think we all believed she'd beat it again. Every week that went by she was stronger and more feisty. Just last week she spoke of buying a car because she felt cooped up in her condo in Covington. (She sold her last car months ago when she was really ill.) In my heart I knew she wasn't long for this world. She pulled out the same line my Mom did so many years ago, that she'd re-start treatment when she felt better and could handle it. A line that seems sensible enough, until you really think about it...My Grandmother didn't really "know" me...I'm not sure anyone has ever truly "known" me, but she definitely understood me. I always seemed to baffle the rest of my family by my choices in life, but like my Mother who passed long ago she never judged me and just hoped and prayed for my happiness. Her and my Grandfather were always two of my best friends in the world, people I might have spent time with regardless of blood relation. Hopefully Mom, Grandma, Grandpa and my awesome brother Michael are all somewhere together, somewhere really nice.....
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