This is a photograph of my grandma Gloria. I love these old photographs of her. She died this last February from pancreatic cancer. I didn't know this grandma very well. She lived in Florida most of my life and I only saw her once or twice a year. However, I did know her well enough to know she was a kind, giving women who really, really loved and cared for her family. I'm so glad that I do know that about her. She moved to Indiana for about two years about a couple of year ago and then she moved back to Florida. While she was here, I found it really easy to talk to her. I loved her for that. I don't remember the conversations, but I remember those moments of sitting in the living room and talking away. I'm pretty sure she was pretty proud of me, not to sound conceded, but I think she was - which is also nice to know.
A couple of Saturdays ago, my mother and I went down to Missouri for a memorial service in her memory at a family reunion. It's funny, I don't really feel like she's gone, that she died. It's more like it's always been - I just won't get to see her because she's so far away. I thought going to the memorial service would give me some closure and that's pretty much the only reason why I went. Maybe I don't need it - I know she's not suffering (thank goodness). I know she's happy. I know she's in heaven, and that's all I need to know.
I love you Grandma Gloria. I'll be seeing you.