Two days after my paternal grandmother passed away last month, on Valentine’s Day, we moved my maternal grandmother, mine and Emily’s Grandma Burns, into an assisted living apartment, because she has Alzheimer’s and can no longer live alone safely.
This all happened very fast, and started with her having a fall on Christmas Eve brought about by dehydration. She wasn’t remembering to drink and her brain wasn’t telling her body that it needed hydration. So, from Christmas Day to Valentine’s Day we had a ton of changes in our family, the end result of which is, that we still have our Grandma to love but we no longer have her house to go to. I mean it’s there, but if she’s not in it, it’s just a building.
Grandma’s house was where I met my first friends – my cousins, Emily and Anna. It was where we went for Sunday comfort food and family. Where we had the very best sleepovers. Where the supply of Oreos, ice cream. home-baked goodies, cheese curls, games of hide-and-seek, and LOVE was truly limitless.
Grandma’s house was the happiest place on earth.
Last Sunday all the grandchildren gathered at Grandma’s house to divide up her possessions that she can no longer use and enjoy, even though she is still alive.
Having done this recently with my Grandma Brads’ things after her funeral, I can tell you that it sucks so much more dividing up the things of a loving grandparent who is still alive. It. Was. Rough.
The rooms we spent such happy times in were all laid out with the articles of a quiet collector’s life. Grandma did her best to never get rid of a thing.
We all took what we could.
It will help one day, to know that I have something she enjoyed.
But right now the things are pretty hard to look at.
I’d give anything to go back for one more day at Grandma’s House, just the way it was.