Goodbye

My grandma died yesterday.

All things considered, this is a very good thing. My father's siblings can rest now... soon. My dad too. My grandma too... finally.

I'd like to be able to itemize a list of wonderful things about my grandma that I will miss, or tell you about the great legacy of "x" that she left for me. Truth is, I can't. Except, perhaps, the lesson that "just because you're family doesn't mean I love you."

I'm learning to let go of the resentment I feel toward her for that.

I think that starts with being glad for her that she's in a better place.