It was a year ago today, that I received a life-changing phone call. A phone call that had me frantic and rushing to a hospital, all to see one of the strongest women I knew, lying there.
Still, other than the rise and fall of her chest.
It was a year ago today, that Grandma suffered a heart attack. A year ago, that fear took hold of my life. A year ago, that sadness and anger consumed my thoughts, that anxiety quickened my heart and grief lengthened my sighs.
A year ago that our last few conversations started their continuous replay in my mind, and those few days of one-sided exchanges began.
A year ago that my faith strengthened and wavered back and forth in a matter of days.
Thursday, Thanksgiving, marks the one year of her passing. And while it seems like just yesterday that she left us, it also seems like she has been gone forever.
But even in the sadness too complex to explain, there is also a thankfulness.
Because I am thankful that I was fortunate enough to have her as my Grandma. Thankful for all the hugs and laughs and talks. Thankful for the times that she let me eat a bowl of cereal for dinner when I complained about the food. Thankful for the times that I sat on the floor next to her recliner with my head on her arm rest. Thankful for the advice she gave. Thankful for the time and effort she put into me. Thankful for her sense of humor. Her laugh. Her voice. Her love.
This past year has been one of the most difficult years of my life, but if there’s one thing Grandma taught me, it is strength.
Love and miss you so much, Grandma.