My Grandmother...

This is a really rotten week for me. My Grandma Grace passed away on Monday.

Monday night, I had to rush to Rochester for a final goodbye. She's been in and out of consciousness the past few weeks, so I was fortunate to have the chance to see her just once more while she was able to respond.

She's had problems with her stomach all her life. The surgery on it went great. It was the recovery that didn't. She tried her best though (and so did all the doctors and nurses).

Here's a picture from her 85th birthday party last March. That's my cousins in the background and I'm holding my niece, who "helped" Grandma blow out the candles.

I tried to find a picture of my Grandma drenching us all with a Super-Soaker at a picnic not too long ago or a shot of her watching my brother's band in Rochester. But I didn't have the time today to be digging through all the family albums.

I sure wish she was still here - she had a lot of life left in her. And she's definitely missed already.