It all started with this mason jar. About 5 years ago, my grandmother moved out of her house and into a condo. She was packing and cleaning and getting rid of some things, and she gave that jar to me. At the time, I was also moving — into the house we live in […]
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I laughed. I cried. It was better than Cats. (A very memorable memorial)
Yesterday was my grandmother’s funeral. I didn’t really think much about preparing the kids for it. They had never been to a funeral before and had no idea what to expect. On the drive there, Number 3 asked me, “Mom, is a funeral like a wedding?” “Well, your life is basically over once you get […]
It’s not over til it’s over. Especially if my grandma is involved.
My grandparents didn’t exactly have a healthy relationship. Or a happy one. My grandfather was not an easy person to get along with. I wrote a little bit about him last Memorial Day here. My grandmother, on the other hand, is a different story. I would describe her as the quintessential grandma. Sweet, thoughtful, caring, compassionate, hands-on, crafty… […]
