It has been a long week or so. I was prepared to leave for Michigan last Thursday for the bridal shower my mom was throwing me. I was not prepared, however, to share the bridal shower weekend with my grandpa’s funeral.
Last Sunday I was waiting at the car wash when my Mom called me to let me know about my Gramps’ condition. “Just a waiting game.” “Any day now.” “Might want to pack funeral clothes.” “Think about extending your stay in Michigan just in case.”
Tears in the car wash parking lot.
I was scheduled to fly out Wednesday night. Would I get to see him again? I kept thinking back to the last time I saw him. To that last moment we shared. To the last words I said. To his hand on my cheek.
I knew it would be ok if he passed before I got home, because we had such a special good bye that last time. I can’t pinpoint what it was about it. There was a feeling of….understanding? Maybe we both knew..
My Mom called me Wednesday morning to let me know we lost him. My flight was not until 11pm so I spent what felt like the longest day ever waiting to get on a plane home. I got into Michigan Thursday morning. The viewing was Friday, the funeral was Saturday, and my shower was Sunday.
It was a really hard weekend but I got to spend a lot of time with my family that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. For that, I’m thankful, because it really made me realize how special they are….how much I miss them. And I know my Gramps is surely watching over all of us (in between great games of golf).
And now, he gets to come to my wedding! <3