Today (10/30/2024) I found out that my pseudo-grandmother died. She was ~96 and lived a full and amazing life.
She was my Grandpa’s sweetheart up until he died at age 80. She had three loves-of-her-life. Here first husband, Lloyd, Norman (My Grandpa), and Bob (who died a few years ago).
I’ve always tried to stay in touch, though haven’t as much lately.
Her funeral is in Grand Rapids, Michigan on the 10th of November. I’m not sure if I can make it.
Also, I don’t know why I’m not crying or really sad. Maybe it’s because she lived a great life and had a great run. I mean ~96 years old is really good run. I’d be happy to make it that long.
She wasn’t in pain, that I know of, and just went. That’s good.
UPDATE…
(11/2/2024)
I’m not going to go to Grand Rapids, but the funeral will be livestreamed and I will go to that. I’m working on forming my thoughts to share with her immediate family about how incredible she was.
I read the obit today and started sobbing. It took me a while to get to the sobbing part of grief.
She was incredible. She was a great sweetheart to my Grandpa Norm. I definitely miss her.
