It's been 2 months today. Two long months. Two months since I got that phone call at 11:20 pm. Two months when the world crumbled down. Two months when Mark and I rushed to the hospital holding out hope. Two months when my aunt told me that Grandma had passed and I collapsed in her arms.
It was two months ago that I lost my dear sweet Grandma.
*This layout is featured in the new "The Big Book of Scrapbook Pages" from Memory Makers.
The journaling says: My Grandma Barnes has been a huge part of my life. She has supported me, loved me, been super kind to me....Everything that her own daughter couldn't do for me and for that I'm thankful. I love you"
I grew up without a mother. But Grandma stepped up and did all that she could for me. She and I have always been close and I always looked to her for guidance throughout my life. She was there for me when I was growing up and flying me down to California so many summers to spend it with her and grandpa, she drove all the way to Idaho by herself to see me graduate from high school, she was there while I vented about issues, she was there to support me as I lived with her and got my bacholer's degree from Cal State, she was there in the front row watching me marry the love of my life, she was even there in the room watching my first son being born. She will always be Grandma, but she was more than that..... she was a mom to me. And I will never ever forget everything she has done for me.
As I sit here thinking of everything of her, I tear up. I so miss her so much. I can't even erase the messages on the answering machine, because I still want to hear her voice. It's been two long months without being able to call her and see what's she's doing and invite her over for dinner. I hate that. As much as I know she's in heaven with my grandpa, I want her with me still. It may be selfish....but I don't care. :(
I was going through some boxes the other day and found a couple of notes she wrote me. On one note I wrote to her"Grandma, To be made for you very soon! (smile face) love, Chrys" *dated 12-25-09...and on the bottom she wrote "Chrys-I'm so proud of you! Your quilting is getting so good- Love you very much, Grandma" *dated 6-9-10
This is the quilt I made her....which now is back here in my house.
Over the years Grandma's parkinson's has gotten worse and you can see in her writing she was struggling. My last years birthday she wrote in my card "Dear Chrys, Thanks for the invitation. You are so special. I know I hardly ever tell you. I'm so proud of you and the way you turned out. I love you very much. Happy birthday. Grandma" I will forever hold these notes, among others dear to my heart. I've never felt so much love than from my grandma.
As much as I will miss her I know she will still be here with me in spirit. And she's already come to visit me at least twice that I know of.
The first time was when I brought home one of her cats Buster. Buster is Vader and Jasmine's older brother, though he's orange marmalade not black. He has been getting wet food all his life, and were Mark and I dont' feed our cats wet food, I thought we should at least still give it to Buster. His world already changed so much, let's keep this one thing the same. Well I don't know what type of cans Grandma bought. For a few days I kept hearing "Friskies" over and over. I finally called my aunt to see if she knew what type and low and behold, it was indeed Friskies. Grandma was telling me the whole time. :)
The second time was on my birthday (May 30th). I had a BBQ at the house with some family and friends to celebrate the Memorial day and my birthday. Mark was running out to get ice and the boys were upstairs playing. I was sitting at the kitchen table looking at my iphone and all the facebook birthday wishes I was getting. When all of a sudden I heard as plain as day "Happy Birthday Chrys". What??!!!!! I turned to my right and just tears rushed down my face. I knew she was there wishing me a happy birthday. It meant so much to me.
I hope for the rest of my life here on earth that Grandma will come and visit me. To be there so I can talk to her, to watch my boys grow up to be fine young men and to one day greet me at the gates of heaven.