|Grandma Jane sews a whole in my stockings, circa 1983|
My Grandma Jane died today. And I am just so sad about it. But I feel like I’m not supposed to cry. I feel like I’m supposed to say things like “she lived a long life” and “she went peacefully” and even “now she’s with Grandpa in Heaven”, but I can’t. All those things are true but I keep focusing on the idea that she won’t be at Christmas next year. I won’t have to call her on Mother’s day. And on February 12th, she won’t turn 97.