I also think death is an idea, topic, etc. that people tend to tip toe around. You don't understand unless you've been through someone close to you dying, and even at that point it's almost like you've been inducted into this group but still... nobody talks about it.
I can name a handful of people that I've known who have passed away. Way too young, way too soon, or before I was ready for them to go. Speaking of the latter, my grandmother passed away on July 7, 2007. I was in a friend of mine's basement when I got the phone call. I threw my phone and cried all night. I remember the feelings, I remember people's faces. I thought in time that it would change, that it wouldn't be so hard... but I still have her (old) phone number in my phone, and I cry when I'm doing serious wedding planning. But today, more than I want to mourn her death... I want to celebrate a GREAT word. Gramma.
I was blessed in this life with 2 amazing grandmothers, and I'm even more blessed to be gaining another great one through marriage. I have wonderful memories of painting, holidays, zoo trips, TV dinners, carebears, ice cream for breakfast, quilts, and more because of these amazing women. I can only hope that someday I am half of the woman that any of these women are. That I am as strong, resiliant, creative, funny, talented... and so many other adjectives... as they are/were.
So here's to Gramma's - the ones who love you unconditionally, and let you do all of the things your mom won't let you! :)
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