I haven’t quite known how to start a new post for the last few days. My grandmother passed away last week and it feels very odd to try to move on from that and start to discuss other things. I guess I worry it will come off as insensitive but really I just don’t want to talk about it much on here. Since my mom was a single parent for much of my childhood and youth, my grandmother played a very important role in my life. It makes it that much harder to think about not being able to go for a visit.
I’m sad I won’t get to bring her the very best of my summer tomatoes again. I’m happy that, just a few weeks before this whole thing started, I brought about 4 cups worth of my yellow and red cherry tomatoes for her. She couldn’t resist eating them all (honestly, they really are out-of-this-world delicious).
I am sad that my mom lost her mother and I lost my grandmother. But I’m happy that my mom was with her in those final moments and that I had been there for days before that.
I’m also grateful that I was able to read her a letter I wrote, which my mom helped me translate (my Nonna’s English was pretty good but it was increasingly easier for her to understand Italian). She was aware of what I said and was able to say a few words back to me.
Finally, I am grateful that she went peacefully and that she will not simply suffer endlessly. She was such a sweet lady who had more than her share of crosses to bear in life. Now she is at peace and I am most certainly grateful for that.