I know, I know....more doom and gloom from my corner of the world. But this time, instead of sadness, there's joy in celebrating a life well lived.
Grandma would have been 97 this week. That's a lot of days to be on this earth, and many of them weren't that great.
She grew up during the great depression, then married a man with much emotional baggage. She lost her only sibling to breast cancer, and endured several health problems of her own. She outlived all three of her children, and one grandchild.
But from my earliest memories, grandma Nelda lived life with zest and laughter, and a twinkle in her eye.
That's the grandma I miss. The last few years, dementia robbed her of her memories and her sparkle, and she was ready to go.
Yep, it was a life well lived.