My Grandma passed away last night. She had heart surgery shortly before Gideon was born but I had no idea that she was doing so poorly since then. Apparently, it was her choice that we not be informed of the seriousness of her condition, thus sparing us worry I suppose. I won't go into how I feel about that but if you're reading this, don't ever do that to anyone who cares about you.
My Grandma was young really, and youthful more importantly. The last images I have of her is when we visited last October. I am SO very grateful that we didn't put that trip off. Our last conversation was after her surgery and, though she sounded weak, she was herself. We got to talk about what's going on in life and the new baby and I'm also grateful that she got to hear about her sixth great grandchild and see a picture of him via my blog.
I was home alone with the kids when my uncle called this morning to give me the news. After I called Rob and my brother and my dad and shed many tears Gabe asked if something happened to my Grandma. He is so observant and sensitive. When I told him that my Grandma in Arizona passed away and went to heaven he looked deeply into my eyes and said "I'm sorry, Mama." so sincerely. God knew what I needed when He gave me Gabe first, he is a salve to my soul when I need it the most.