A sad day

Earlier today I was given the sad news that my grandma passed away.  She was in her 90s, so she had a good, long life.  It was not totally unexpected, but not expected either.  I am thankful that she was able to meet my oldest three children about 10 years ago.  Yes, I wish that she was able to meet the two youngest, but I will try not to dwell on that.  They have heard stories of Grandma and have slept snuggled in some of the blankets that she has made.  This evening my youngest daughter was dragging one of Grandma's patchwork quilts across the house to the washing machine.  The backing is showing wear and the batting is having some issues.  I may make it my next project to fix up the quilt since the actual patchwork side is in good shape. I want them to continue to be wrapped up in her love through those quilts and afghans.

Grandma was blessed with four children.  Two of those children plus Grandpa met her at the gates of heaven today.  Time will dull the ache, but will not fade the love we have for her.  Some day we will see her again.