Our Last Visit With Grammie
She always said she would live to be 100; and so naturally I believed her... and so, I thought I still had time. She would have been 94 today. 6 years left to see her, spend time with her; 6 years for me to move back to the Maritimes.
I am trying to figure out if it is better knowing or better not knowing that it is the last visit you will ever have with someone. I am going to go with the latter. However, there must have been a part of me that knew it was the last time that I would see my Grandmother last summer. During our visit not only did I take a lot of photos of my children with their Great Grandmother, but I also took photos of things in the house that brought me back to my childhood - the light switches, the clear glass tea pot, the cubby holes in the up-stairs bedrooms, the photo-covered fridge. There is simply something magical about your Grandparents home. I remember getting very emotional moving through each room in the house, recalling memories from my childhood. I remember my husband noticing how emotional I was, but I also recall we didn't speak about it, perhaps he understood.