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.
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So sorry for your loss. Keep the I Love You's flowing ...
I'm sorry about your grandmother, but am happy that her funeral involved some laughter and many hugs.
I'm sad and sorry for your loss. It's not possible to say "I love you" too many times. We all need to hear it...and to say it...just one more time.
Given that we all have to go some time, it sounds like she did it right.
I'm sorry to hear that, but it sounds like it was a good life with no regrets--I hope to leave things the same way. She sounds like an excellent role model.
{{hugs}} Grandmas leave us far too soon - no matter how old they are and how long they've been around.
I love yous are good.
Very pleased. I'm sorry for your loss. Hugs.
I'm sorry about your Nana.
Sorry to hear of your loss, but glad to hear of a gathering that genuinely celebrated a life.
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