My last living grandparent passed away last week. Sad, yes, but also a relief for one who suffered as long as my grandmother did.
Our trip to Southern Utah for the funeral was short, but sweet. Full of family and a little sight seeing in between.
As sad as I was for my grandmother's passing, I found it strange that there is something I mourn every month that, for me, is even sadder than that. Not being able to have more children. I mourn for the life that never got to be. I go through that grief month after month and it never gets easier. I always have some tiny little hope that maybe......maybe this will be the month that a miracle happens.
But it's not meant to be yet. I feel strongly that the Lord's timing is the perfect timing, no matter when it is. His timing is always perfect and it never makes sense until what we've been waiting for happens.
My grandmother suffered alone for nine years before her time to go came and I don't understand the reason for that, but I'm sure she does. I'm sure she's happy.