While I was in Texas, I was fortunate enough to get to spend some time with my 94 year old grandmother. She had an eye infection while I was there, and had to have surgery to remove the eye. That was the last time I’ll get to see her- she passed away last night.
While I’m very sad that this sweet, plump little four foot nothing woman is gone, I know she’s in Heaven and she can see Grandpa and her son Morris (my Uncle Ben) who both passed before her; she can see all her friends and family and she’s probably singing and excited that she has two good eyes again.
I will miss her wit and her sense of humor and her sweet sing-songy voice. She may be gone, but she is not forgotten.
Oh, how sad; I am so sorry.
Thanks goodness you got to see her. I hope I live to be 94…
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss! 94 is an amazing age….I'm sure she had a wonderful, full life! I think our beloveds always live on in our hearts, our memories, and the stories they told.
So sorry for your loss. You will have all those wonderful memories.
Ah Jenn. I'm so very sorry. She sounds like she was a wonderful woman and I'm sure she is extremely happy now!