Saturday my grandmother died. She went peacefully doing something she loved, eating.
At this point I am okay with it. She was suffering from osteoporosis and the early stages of dementia. I can honestly say that she is in a better place, and a better way now.
I know that tomorrow I will probably break down and it will hit me. I spent a lot of my earliest years with my grandparents. My grandfather taught me how to ride a bike, bought me my first bike. Losing him earlier this year was hard because I really respected him a lot and looked up to him, unfortunately my own rears of seeing him with Alzheimer's and the other health issues he was suffering caused me to neglect going to visit him in his last days. I really regretted that and went through a lot of pain because of it.
I dealt with it though, that's what I do.
My grandmother is where I got my passion for music. My earliest memories are filled with her playing the piano or violin. Even the memories where she is not in them, running through my grandparents house. She was always playing music, beautiful music. She was quite honestly one of the most talented pianists and violinists in this city, and I am proud to say that she was my grandmother.
It broke my heart when she could no longer play the violin. That was truly her passion. I think that the violin was capable of carrying her away into another realm where nothing else in the world mattered in the slightest.
A tear wells.
I went and visited her on her birthday last week. You could tell that this really touched her. I think she knew that she wasn't long for this world and my visit touched her deeply. That helps a lot I think.
Grandma, I will miss you. I hope you know how special you are to me, how much of my soul came from you. tell grandpa hi for me please.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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