a little sad

So if you follow me on Instagram you might have seen me post that Eric's grandma passed away this week.

Grandma Elva.

She was 97 years old.

She was living at home by herself since Eric's grandpa died just this past February at the age of 96, 

and was doing well until the last week and a half or so before she died.

What a tremendous blessing that was.

I am feeling sad this week... and nostalgic, and emotional and happy and peaceful about it all.

But still a little sad.

My grandma died when Wyatt was just one year old, so Eric's grandparents are the only great-grandparents
my kids have ever known.

And they have been like grandparents to me, too.

I'm sad for Eric and I am sad for myself.

I don't want to be old enough to not have grandparents around anymore.

It makes me sad... and then worried and anxious...and then I remind myself to let it all go, that I have absolutely no
control over any of this and worrying solves nothing. 

Tonight we looked through photo album after photo album of old pictures, picking out favorites
and making piles to get copied.

I feel so fortunate to be part of this family, to say that she was my kid's great-grandma.
Saturday we will celebrate her wonderful life with family and friends and bid a huge
chapter of life, hers and theirs and ours,  goodbye.

>>>>>>>>>

Happy Thursday to ya... it's almost the weekend.

darling.

I have to share these pictures of my sweet little Charlotte wearing this adorable dress. My husband's grandma, who is now 94 years-old, made this for his mom, Charlotte's grandma, when she was a little girl. This darling little dress has to be around sixty years old, saved by Eric's grandma and then by his mother all these years. I am amazed at all the little handmade details, the care, love and work that went into this dress. And I am oh so HAPPY that I have a little girl to put this on--even if just for a few pictures.