My Grandma Ruby...my last living grandparent...died late last week. Today is her funeral.
Past family losses have sent me running to find photos so that I could put them together with my memories and the right words...as if posting something here would be make it a proper goodbye.
But Grandma Ruby and I talked on my wedding day fifteen years ago. We had an understanding. Even before dementia robbed her of her memories, we had an understanding.
She knew that I was starting my own family. With a kiss and hug and a brief conversation, she told me she knew that, even though I was linked to her by blood, I was no longer the little girl who was required to do the family Christmas gatherings or the summer vacation visits.
She was my Grandma. I loved her. I respected her. I have missed her for a while now. I will continue to miss her...always.
I don't have any living grandparents. That's a lot to process and there just isn't any goodbye that is proper for this.