My grandmother died on Monday. I don't know what to say - it happened very quickly. We are devastated. I have been beside myself with sadness all week. She was my last living grandparent, a miracle of a person, really, and I loved her so much.
I wrote my grandparents a letter, usually handwritten, every week for the last fifteen-plus years. I missed weeks when I got really busy, but I never let it go too long. I sent one last Friday morning before I knew she was sick, but it was probably still on its way to her when she passed away.
I haven't really begun to find the words to describe my grief. But this blog has become a record of all of the important events in my life, and I wanted to mention my love for her and the loss I'm feeling.
(Post title is from Jayne Cortez.)