On Monday Grandma Lewis, my mother’s mom, passed away after a long and arduous couple of years for both her and the family. My title may seem a bit insensitive, but it isn’t intended this way and it actually has multiple meanings. First of all, it is long overdue as I should have posted something on Monday when it happened and I won’t provide a multitude of somewhat valid excuses as they are just excuses. The title is also appropriate as my dear grandmother hasn’t really been with us for what feels like years. Sure, she had come around in spurts here and there with lucid moments, but sadly she wasn’t herself for a long time and now all of her pain is finally gone and she is in heaven working grandpa over on not being such a pest with his ornery sense of humor (it’s mainly where I get mine from and now Cutler as a continuing line of awesome humor).
These are the words that I use to comfort those that try to comfort me when I tell them that my grandma passed away, but despite how much I believe she is in a better place and no longer in pain it still hurts a lot more than I anticipated.