Ugh. Life handed us another sour, sour bite of life. Not the kind of sour where you screw up your face and laugh in delight, like when you bite into really sour, juicy lemon. The bitter kind of sour; the kind of sour that leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
It was almost too much to bear, but we are bearing it. Just a couple of months after my mother’s death, we have also lost my grandmother. She was unable to understand why her daughter had gone to heaven before her. In January, she fell and broke her arm, and was just unable to recover. And so another trip to Iowa, another funeral.
I’m keeping this brief. I’m tired of writing about grief. I’m tired of crying.
Even though this has been a blow to my family, good things are happening. Good things that help us keep going. One of my cousins is worried, I think, that Grandma was the tie that bound us together, and now we’ll lose touch. But we won’t let that happen. I promise.