I haven’t posted since Monday.  I have been in Ohio spending time with my family and attending the funeral of my grandmother.  My granny was old, and her passing was not unexpected considering her advanced age.  Still, my emotions are raw and who is ever really prepared for death?  My husband and children only know her old, and they see this end as kind, but I am flooded with memories of an early day.  Who she was before she just sat in a chair…

It would be nice to have something in my house that reminds me of her.   But for now, I don’t think this will happen.  She has lived the past 9 years with my mother, and what little she brought into my mother’s house now belongs there.  This week, my husband and I slept in her room, in her bed.  My kids thought it was a bit “creepy” but I thought it was nice.  And it was the most comfortable we have been there in years. 

At this point, it would be difficult to incorporate any of her furniture into my home.  In fact, this is a rather common issue for which people hire me.  Today I do understand why it is sometimes easier for an outsider to make these kinds of decisions.  About what to take, what to keep and how to make it work.

For me, for now, the memory of Granny continue to live on in the blue of my daughter’s eyes.