i was named after her, my grandma. she died last night at 93. i was at the hospital all weekend. it was pretty tough. especially at the very end. i left about twenty minutes before she passed away. my mom called me when i was on the road home & when i finally got home, i sat on the floor with my back against the wall & just cried & cried. i don't cry often, but when i do, i really cry. i'm just glad i was in the house by myself.
my grandmother was such a character! she was full of spunk & was quite mischievous. she really had a sweet tooth too. whenever we had cookies or doughnuts in the house, she would always want "one more" : ) & she loved loved ice cream.
she was a rosie the riveter building planes during WWI. later, in 1950, she started working at the palace hotel in san francisco in the laundry room. she met my grandfather, who was a bellhop at the hotel. two years later they got married : ) i always thought that was cute.
now, i am helping my mom with funeral plans & post-death coordinations. there is so much to go over & do. it's pretty overwhelming & i am trying to help her where i can. & everything to do with the funeral - burial, tombstone, casket, flowers, reception, food, viewing, etc. - is so expensive! ugh. like we need that stress right now.
anyways, sorry this post is kind of longer than usual. i just thought i needed it & i needed to vent a little. thanks for listening : )
p.s. replies coming in next post.