(This was just taken on Saturday. I wish I could find a better picture of him as I remember him... this is not how he looked before his health started failing. )
My grandmother called me and said "We have to be philosophical about it... We had 72 years together and what is better than that?" She's trying to stay upbeat, but I worry about her once the shock wears off.
There isn't going to be a funeral, there will be a memorial later in the year... I am both sad that there won't be that family gathering time we had for my grandmother here last month, and relieved since I am pretty much emotionally spent.
My grandmother and grandfather will be buried together, their ashes mixed, after she passes away.
That is just about the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I love that they are doing that.
Still it's been a rough month; losing two of my grandparents just 26 days apart.
Compounding the grief.
