Last week was extremely hard. So much death and so many sick little kids just took its toll on me. It was a hard week and it culminated on Thursday with the memorial service for my grandma. She was 94 years young when she passed away and she had a great life. She was/is a wonderful woman and a great grandma. The service was heartwarming and actually kind of fun. Father Belzak told many stories of spending time with my grandma and the rest of the family and there were tears as well as laughs.
My mom stayed for the weekend, while Jerry and I and the kids made the trip home on Friday. We had to pick Destiny up for the weekend or we might have stayed another night. My mom came over last night and brought some stuff back from my grandma. The one present she brought back was a Christmas present my grandma bought. The only one she had bought. It was for Hope. I cried when my mom gave it to me and I cry every time I see it. I know it was sent from Heaven and it means so much to me that I can't put my words together very well.
How could you not cry?