Well, is been pretty hectic couple of weeks. We moved to a new place. Pretty mentally and emotionally traumatic for myself, since I’ve had a hard time dealing with it. It doesn’t help the hubby had to leave for a couple of weeks also. Nope, no adjustment period at all. None. A stressful time indeed.
……….and then it got harder in the few weeks that followed.
While trying to deal with the move and the hubby leaving, I got the news. My grandmother was not doing so well. So, I packed up and headed toward the Rez.
I visited the hubby on way. I’m glad that when I heard the sad news that my husband was there to get me over the initial shock. I have so many memories of her. She and my grandfather were a big part of my younger years, almost like my parents. I have so many precious memories of being with them. There are no words or a way to convey how much I love them, and of all they taught me. My grandmother was a woman like no other. She was always selfless, kind, and happy, but she had a steely strength about her. She taught me how to make dough, how to make dry bread over a fire, how to herd sheep, and ways to keep hydrated while doing so. She loved her family very dearly and showed to us every sec of everyday. I am sadden that she had to leave us but it was her time. She was 98 years old, and I know my grandfather was waiting for her when she had to leave. He loved her so. The two lovebirds together again.
I’m still grieving and the stress of the last month or so has been hard to deal with, an emotional wreck actually, but I feel time, and self - care as well as supportive people around me will get me out of my depressive dip I am in. Yay, for that “speck, that small grain of sand” :-)