On February 25, 2014, I lost my grandmother. The dearest and sweetest lady anyone could ever imagine. She was always so classy and so loving. But she was also tough and rugged when necessary. I miss her so much and I cannot believe that she is really gone.
My mom left for Hungary a few days after the news...and she just got home on the 10th of March. Everything was done - the funeral, the cleaning of the apartment, the will was laid out (although nothing will be truly my mom's and uncle's for another six months). A whole security system was placed in my grandmothers apartment and they are going to pay the minimal expenses to keep the apartment relatively livable for now. Who knows what will happen later?
This occurrence has really shaken my faith and I am hoping that my grandmother really is with my grandfather, her parents, siblings, in laws, etc. I pray that she is happy, healthy, beautiful again. She deserves all of it.
I'm torn up inside and I can't express everything I want to, but I'm trying to understand why these things have to happen.
Maybe we never find out.
Maybe we find out later.
Goodness only knows.
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