My grandmother passed away a week ago. She was ninety three and had lived a good, long life. I gathered with my parents, husband, aunt and uncle, siblings, daughters and nieces and nephews to say good-bye.
There was more laughter than tears. There were so few regrets, so many memories. As we left to go back to our everyday lives there were fierce hugs; “I love you” fell more freely from our lips. Gertrude would have been pleased.