She was a Great Grandmother

It is with a heavy heart that I type this post for not even 45 minutes ago, in the wee hours of the morning my dad called to tell me that my grandmother passed away this morning.
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Not everyone my age still has a grandparent, much less has a grandparent that still calls them "sugar".
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Not many kids my daughters' ages have great grandparents, much less great grandparents that know everything they like and go out and shop for them and send them sour gummy worms and special Easter bunnies.

I will miss her so much.

After I hung up with my dad, I went back in bed and cried while my husband hugged me. It wasn't a surprise, I know, but still...
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I went to see her last weekend. I told her that I loved her and that she had been the best grandmother. Because she had been. Full of unconditional love and the occasional pound cake put in the mail.
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She is in a better place today than she was yesterday.


But still, I will miss her so because it's hard to imagine a world without her.

Today...

Kennedy, age 4, with JoJo (wearing my dress from when I was little)

I have been dipping my toes in the water that is Facebook. I don't really get it. I now have approximately four, maybe five, friends and I might be at my limit. It's so much to keep up with! Everyone telling me what they are thinking about right now! My home page asking me "what are you thinking about?" and giving me some space to write.
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And then I can post it to all my five friends and they can know what I'm thinking about RIGHT NOW!
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But why would they want to know what I'm doing at all times throughout the day? I'm not sure. I'm giving Facebook a try, but I'm skeptical.
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However, Facebook asked me what I'm thinking about today, and it's not often anyone asks me that, so I stopped to contemplate...what AM I thinking about?
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Well, that's easy. My grandmother. I am so lucky to have had a relationship with my grandmother for so long. She lived to see my children, and to spoil my children. She has loved me and supported me for years and years and years.
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She is not doing well these days. I am thinking about her constantly.
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But probably I won't tell that to Facebook.