This isn’t a happy post. Life can’t be happy all of the time. As sad as this past couple weeks have been, I’m almost ready to jump back into real life again because I feel like I’ve been in an alternate universe.
I’m not actually ready to even write this post because I’m not ready to accept that my Grandma passed away a couple of weeks ago. It was sudden and unexpected and I thought I would be seeing her when I went back to New York in August. Instead I was booking a flight back to go and grieve with family and friends. It was hard, and I don’t think you can ever be prepared for someone you love so much, who is such a huge part of your life to no longer be there. I’m so happy for all of the memories we’ve made though, and happy that my Grandma kept thousands of photos for us to go through and remember all of the old times together.
She brought all of my family together for the first time in probably 10 years, and to be surrounded by all of my Aunts and Uncles, cousins, and extended family was amazing and I feel so lucky that I was able to go back and spend ten days with some of the people who matter most in my life. I’m sure she’s already found Alan Rickman and Richard Harris and talking Harry Potter to her hearts content.
I will forever be grateful to her for teaching me to be a strong, independent woman. Who told me I could be anything I wanted to be, do anything I wanted to do, and who told me to travel as much as possible as long as my feet would carry me.
