Yesterday we lost our grandma, just 4 months after the passing of our grandpa. A love like theirs is one that I have admired since I was just a young girl. I think every single one of my 16 cousins would agree the same. When my grandpa passed I wrote an entire post, and just could not put it out there. Now that my grandma has gone to join him I just wanted to say how much they are loved, and how deeply they will be missed.
63 years of marriage together. A life long of love. Every couple hopes to grow old together. It is truly something to witness it first hand. Their love, their bond, their years together have all shaped every single one of our family members.
To think back upon the nearly 29 years I was lucky enough to have them in my life, the memories flood. Our entire family is so close. Growing up, Sundays were spent at their house. Regardless of how many ridiculously wild grandchildren they had, we all gathered and enjoyed the day. Every birthday, every holiday our grandparents always had something for us. Whether it was a present, a card, a two dollar bill, a phone call …. how the heck they kept track of everyone always surprised me!
You could not leave their house without a 10 pack of candy bars. They had an entire cabinet dedicated to it. Each grandchild left with a sweet treat. My grandma was the queen of birthday goodie bags. Piles upon piles of punch baloons, loofas, anything you can imagine that was affordable to repeat for every kid was in that bag, and our eyes lit up like you would not believe!
They were both so sweet and tender. My boys remember the sweetest things about them both. Going over to their house so I could cut my grandmas hair. She had a hunch and I would always ask her to try to sit up straight and as sweet as a button she would say “I am hunny”, and laugh at me for asking. Grandpa would always come into the room after I was done, for the “big reveal” and he would call her “Babe” and tell her how beautiful she looked … kissed her and if anyone else was in the room their wasn’t a dry eye. She was always the apple of his eye.
They remember grandpa’s big hugs and his spinning christmas tree that officially made all other christmas trees they saw suck. The ottoman my grandpa would sit on every time the family was over at their condo. It was always so loud with SO many family members – but he would get up and grab my aunts and unlcles a beer first thing when they walked into the door. Grandma would always be in her bedroom taking longer to get ready. She was a big fan of feeling fancy. Oh, how I will miss her jewels and her makeup and the pride she had in feeling feminine. She would sit and listen to us all chat her ear off and she would giggle.
It was no wonder how quickly my grandmother passed after my grandfather. Honestly, I do not think they could live without each other. I picture them in heaven, dancing away, looking down at every single one of their family members and friends smiling that they are again together. What I hope they know is how fortunate every single one of us are to have had them.
Grandpa and Grandma, you grew old together, and we love you more than words could ever express… now may you watch over us all until we see you again.