Grandma, I miss you so much, more than I thought could be possible. I love you so much, and I'm so happy that you are in Heaven right now, but I'm so sad for all of us. The world lost an angel yesterday. I love you.
This is the slide show I put together for Grandma's visitation. I'm so happy my dad had so many pictures of Grandma throughout her life. Even better, was that he had them on the computer, ready to be uploaded. Thank you to everyone who sent me pictures to put this all together. It makes me sad to see how in Grandma's time, they only got out the cameras for special occasions. I feel like a great deal of her life is documented by Easter and Christmas pictures. Nowadays, I feel like I have my camera out for everything little moment and I take a million pictures of it. I'd like to say sorry in advance kids for the amount of pictures you'll have to sort through in an effort to put together something nice for me one day! :)
This is 3635 Valley St. I took this picture when we were just in Omaha for the funeral. Grandma and Grandpa built this house and raised their children here. This is the house that I will always picture in my mind whenever I think of Omaha. This is all of my Easter egg hunts took place and where I anxiously awaited Santa filling my stocking.
Our trip to Omaha went pretty well. It was a whirlwind visit, even though we were there for 3 days/2 nights. When we were kids, I'd always get choked up about leaving, but I'd tell myself, "I'll see everyone again at __________." I'd fill in the blank with Christmas, Easter, Memorial Day, or whatever trip was planned next. It's not the same now. I leave now and think, "I don't know when I'll be back again." I'm going to try to make it up there once a year, maybe each summer or something. That way I can visit with family and the kids can see a place that I always loved.
I did see a lot of family on this visit, but I feel like there's never enough time to visit with everyone or to visit long enough with people. Looking back, I was around so many people, but I didn't take a single picture of any of that.
I have no way to close this blog post. I feel the same as I did at the cemetery when I tried to take those first few steps away from Grandma. Why are the first few steps the hardest to take? Why do your feet feel so heavy like you can't walk? Maybe because in walking away, it's an acknowledgement of the actual, real finality of the situation. I've had many of these moments this week from Dad's phone call to the visitation, to laying a rose on Grandma's coffin. I expect (and hope) that the end of this post will be the last time I have this feeling. And so, since I have one million things to say, but no words to say them in, I'll just leave it at that. I love you Grandma. Thank you for all you gave to our family. I'll miss you.
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