Last Thursday my grandmother (my dad's mom) passed away. Today was her funeral, and because I am 9 1/2 months pregnant I couldn't make the trip up to New York to attend. I have been dealing with some guilt about this, but I know in my heart that she knows I would have been there if I could.

This summer I traveled up to New York for a couple of quick visits, and I was able to spend a bunch of time with her each trip. I am so grateful for this time I was given with her. Although she was frail, she still had a spunk that made us believe she would live to a very old age. So, when she suffered a stroke last week it felt all too soon. Truth be told, my grandmother made it very known in the last years of her life that she was ready to die. I find this to be an incredibly powerful sentiment. She was a woman of strong faith who lost her husband seven years ago, and her eldest son in Vietnam. She was ready to be reunited with them again. Amidst the sadness, I find peace knowing that her wish was granted.

It would have been so wonderful had she been able to meet her first great-grandchild. My aunt put it so well when she told me that my grandmother passing was making way for my daughter to come in to this world.  I know she will be looking down on me on the day this child is born. And I look forward to telling this little girl all about the strong and loving woman that was her great grandmother.

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