That one last...

This story is about the man on the left. Edward.

(the handsome guy on the right is my dad, Carrots)

The man on the left, well... he just had the worst day of his life today. At 9:30 this morning, his best friend, love of his life, and mother to his 4 daughters, mother-in-law to 4 son-in-laws, 7 grandchildren, 3 grandchildren-in-law? and 8 great grandchildren.

This morning in Arizona, one life stopped. And even though all our lives continue, we are at that bump in life... where you look around wondering what is important, what next, can we go on? How do we do what we did everyday when someone so important is missing from that?

The story that has been told of this morning events... is while the family sat around the hospital room, Edward never left her side. He held her hand, and said "Come on girl, just open your eyes. We can go home" but she never opened her eyes again.

That one last kiss goodnight.

The one last morning.

The one last breakfast.

The one last walk together.

The one last conversation.

The one last lunch.

Trying everything you can to save your best friend. The one that you spend every waking moment with for the last 65 plus years...

She was that one person. The glue. The person that hosted everything, and I hate when that person goes. And then things stop... events stop... people stop calling... it's happened before... I hope the sisters are close enough. I hope that us grandkids can keep it going.

I know life goes on. I am blessed that I spent the last 10 years with her. I am glad I was able to see a couple who loved each other endlessly, who were still in bowling leagues, and walked the mall daily. Who still held hands, and and made me a firm believer that true love does exist.

But how does one go on, with a broken heart?

I am sorry Grampa. The love you had for Gramma was amazing. Today was a horrible day for you. I know Friday at the wake will be another horrendous day for you too.

I am thankful for my 10 years knowing Spaghetti's Gramma. She was fun, quiet, and sweet. I loved her as my own Gramma. I am lucky that she was able to enjoy and love both Bagel and Weaky. I will keep her memory alive, and talk about her. Just like there other Great Grandparents.

My heart hurts, but the memories make it feel better. I had an amazing last Thanksgiving with Gramma. I was able to show her what I do. I shared with her my love of papercrafting. I shared with her my parents, and they shared their home and dinner. It was our one-on-one time with Gramma and Grampa and it was a wonderful day.

We are lucky to have had Gramma in our lives as long as we did. I can only hope to cherish and keep every memory of my family members, to share with Bagel and Weaky, and future generations.

To Gramma.

Be sure to say "hi" to my Gramma W, Gramma A, and Grampa Batista for me. I know we now have an another angel up there watching over us. I miss you terribly... kisses to heaven...

Thanks Blogger, for letting me get this out. I needed that... breathe... sob... breathe...