When I started this blog I had big ideas of what I wanted to post about. Basically it was going to be me discussing how I am slowly turning into my own mother. Which at this time is still true. I needed to stop the blog because I just didn't have the drive to write. In March I lost my grandmother, my mom's mom. This amazing woman was a focal point in my life and losing her just broke something inside me that made me want to write about myself and my own mom.
You see I love my mom more than just about anything else in the world (baring my own children and husband) and the idea of her aging and suffering like my grandmother did was almost too much to think about. Then it hit me, life is good and it moves on. My mom and grandmother gave me some of the best memories of my life and it is a tragedy to no longer document them.
One of the last and best memories I have of my grandmother was during her funeral procession. It was cold and windy for a Massachusetts' March. The funeral directors stood in the middle of the road in the long coats and dark suits and blocked the road. I had never seen anything like it. The wind blowing the long trench coats, the cars stopped as our procession pulled into the church. It looked like surreal to me, almost like something out of a dream or movie. As we pulled in and I watched the scene I had to smile and laugh to myself because for one final time my grandmother managed to stop traffic. She always made people stop in their tracks with her comments or actions. Just as my mom does now and sooner than I like, so will I. I feel I owe it to myself and to my grandmother to continue to share these stories even if I'm the only one who reads them.
