My beautiful, precious grandmother Ga-Ga died yesterday morning.
I wrote about her hands a few years ago after she came over to my house.
I loved her hands.
Ga-Ga was a teacher.
A wife.
A mother.
A grandmother.
And a great-grandmother.
My children got to know her and love her.
Most of all, they got to be loved by her.
I wrote about the day my kids and I went to Ga-Ga’s house about three years ago. It sums up what she meant to us.
We cried together on the sofa last night.
Marlboro Man had his hands full.
Ga-Ga was everything. She was loving, joyful, peaceful, patient, kind, good, and gentle.
She was perfect.
She was my grandmother.
I’ll love and miss her every day for the rest of my life.
And I thank God for every second I spent with her.