Yesterday, we said goodbye to my grandma, my dad's mom.
Just like with my grandpa {to whom we said goodbye last August}, she actually passed in June, but because of COVID and the backup at Fort Sam Houston, the funeral was delayed several weeks. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make it in to be at the funeral in person, but I was able to "attend" the service online. I'm really thankful I got to give my dad a hug last week.
My grandma was a faithful military wife, traveling overseas with kiddos {my dad, the youngest, was born in Germany}, but finally making a home in San Antonio. She worked for the Baptist Memorial Hospital System in various administrative roles. She was just as much a cat lover as my grandpa was, but she really just loved animals, often sharing animal stories with us growing up. My grandma was a very serious woman, so I cherish the few photos I have of her smiling :)
My grandma suffered with Alzheimer's Disease, which was so very hard. While she may not have recognized her grandkids and great-grandkids, we faithfully sent pictures and shared stories with her. With all of the COVID restrictions in place for visiting, we were only able to visit through the window and videos, but I am thankful that she felt safe with the caregivers in her senior living facility. As terrible as the disease is, I am glad that she wasn't missing us in many of the traditional ways.
Losing a family member is always difficult, but in many ways there had already been a {years-long} grieving process with my grandma because of her Alzheimer's. This is the second grandparent I have lost, within 8 months. That has been especially difficult for my dad, losing both of his parents this year. But I am thankful that my parents were able to be with her, holding her hand at the end. I am thankful that both of my grandparents lived good, long lives {both 90!}, and that I got to see my grandma in August when I went to San Antonio for my grandpa's funeral.
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