So my grandma died a week ago today. Her funeral was on monday. It was strange. She was the last living grandparent I had. It was a good thing she passed, she was in a lot of pain there at the end and she was kind of losing it. Don't feel sad for me, because I don't. Not to be heartless, but I really didn't feel like she was my grandma in the way that a grandma should be. Does that make sense? She was my grandmother because she was my mother's mother, that's about it.

 

I'm more greatful that my mother can get on with her life now. She took care of all my grandparents, including my dad's parents. For some reason this was the place they came to die. Which is strange because my parents are converts and they, at least my mom's parents, didn't really like that my parents became "Mormons". So my mom had to put up with a lot of negative behavior directed towards her. And she did it with love and her head held high!

 

I just want all to know out there how much I love my mom. She has done more for others, and put up with more from others, than I can imagine. She is a wonderful woman and I'm glad that she was strong enough to stand up for what she believed in! She has shown Christ-like love to those who might not have deserved it (so say I) and she is the type of person I want to be some day!