avonman’s BodyBlog

I was raised by my grandparents. my mother(grandmother) always called me her youngest son, oldest grandson. Saturday morning my wife came home and told me to sit down, i refused, then she told me my mother(grandmother) had died that morning.
this is the hardest dealth of a loved one i have had to go through. my real mother’s dealth was like the dealth of an aunt. I fealth pain, but not like this. I went to work to make sure of my time off, and everytime i talked to anyone tears would well up and i would walk off. I’m alway the strong one in the family, but now I can’t be that for everyone else. everything reminds me of my mother(grandmother). I never realized how important she was in my life until now.
I have faith that I will see her again in the resurrection, but now I’m just trying to deal with the pain of loosing her. She was 81. I always told people that eventhough she was about 5′3 in hight she always seemed taller than me.
There were times that I could have spent more time with her, but my family, job, and other things got in the way. Those times are lost.

To anyone who reads this "never pass up the time to spend with a loved one, because when that time is gone, and that person is gone you can’t get them back.

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