I stayed up late last night, trying my best to sort through the overwhelming grief and disbelief that comes from loosing a loved one. Not just a family member but my 2nd Mom, and now the day after her passing I'm met with the surrealness that even though my world feels as if it has stopped, the world outside continues on as if nothing has happened and I sit here wondering how that's possible. Why is death so final? Having lost both my grandparents within the past 10 months, I think the day after is the worst. Having to wake up with the realization that from that moment on, my life with that person will cease to continue. The idea that if I call their phone number, no one will be there to answer. I of course have 30 years of memories and photos but some how, today, it doesn't seem to be enough.
Good bye to the most wonderful grandmother I could have asked for. I will miss you forever.
I'm taking the rest of the weekend off. Peter's parents are on their way down from California and I promised the kids that we'd spend the weekend together.