This is the last photo that I had taken with my grandma and the last one that will ever be taken. I received the sad news late Friday night that she had passed away. I had plans on going up to see her Saturday once I found out she wasn't doing well, but those few hours didn't make a difference.
As you can see, she lived a long life. But the hurt is still enormous. She was one of the kindest and gentlest souls I've ever met. She is the one who named me when I was born and the only one who ever called me by both names, Terra Lynn. When we didn't see each other, we would write each other letters. I still have every letter she's ever wrote me, each one cherished. I have many fond memories of grandma and she was one of the few people who loved me exactly for me. No judgment, no angry words.
Grandma had said on a couple of occasions that she couldn't wait for the day to be reunited again with Grandpa and be with God. She finally got her wish. The pain isn't easy and the hurt of her being gone is tearing me apart. But I have comfort in knowing that she is in God's care and finally able to be with Grandpa again.