In the wee hours of the early morning, sometime between 2:22 AM and 3:30 AM Gramma left us.
Mom woke us at about 3:30 and said she was gone. A fierce wind came in and I really believe it swept her spirit off to where ever it needed to go.
She is no longer in pain. She can eat anything she wants again. She is once again with all those she loved that have gone on before her.
We all feel a combination of exhaustion, relief, and what do we do now, I think.
I feel.........RAW.
This was so much harder than I thought.
It opened a wound for me that I thought I had healed.
I will heal again; once I know they are all okay.
97 years is a good long life to have lived
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