Remembering....

This article brought tears to my eyes as I read it this evening. Maybe it's cause I now understand what it is that My Great Grandma Grant's children went through when they lost their mother, maybe it's cause I feel it too, not really having the chance to learn much from the great woman, who my main recollection of includes me smacking myself in the head and her saying that I would make myself stupid if I kept doing that. I remember with grandma Grant that it was always a fun and blessed time. She cherished her great grandchildren, probably as much as she did her grand children. I remember she would let us play in her little living room. I remember trying not to cry at her funeral. Looking all around seeing all my aunts and uncles crying. I remember looking at Chelsea, and then we both broke down. This was my first real experience with death, an experience I forgot, until my auntie Cora passed away in 2006, and an experience that has become quite familiar with the passing of Uncle Harvey, Grandpa, Amelia, Uncle Dieter, and Auntie Jeannette. It seems like this little excerpt from my aunt Kay just seems to fit them all. Each word, reminds me that time is short and we must remember the good times, and make the best of the times to come.

So In Remembrance of Bon Grant who died 12 years ago, and who left a legacy of family & Love, in the hope that we may all pass that on for generations to come.