Tomorrow Guillaume and I leave for Ohio to attend my Grandma's memorial. I'm glad to finally get the chance to celebrate her life and say my final goodbyes. It still doesn't feel real that she's gone.
There has been so much time to prepare, but it doesn't feel like enough time. My colleague Amber asked me today what my grandmother was like. I found myself talking about how youthful she was. How she bowled until she was about 90 and played golf until she was 85. I remember visiting at Thanksgiving and playing the piano with grandpa. We would make a trip to the mall on Black Friday and she would buy me something for my birthday. She had many friends both young and old. She managed to live on her own in Ohio many years after my grandfather's death. It was pretty amazing.
I know this weekend is going to be hard for me, but it will also be nice to remember her with my family. She is pictured above way before I knew her. I think it was taken sometime in the 1960s. Maybe when she went to pick up my mom at college. I'm not sure.
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