My Grandma died on Sunday. It was perfect for her, sad as it is. She was 88 and had failing kidneys. She got to see most of the family first and she got to die exactly how she wanted to; in her sleep, in her own house. Despite the family feud that's been going on for years, we all came together to help her stay in that house until her dying day.
I think my dad and his sister are having a pretty hard time with everything, you can tell it's wearing on my dad. He's doing a fantastic job keeping things together so far though, all things considering. And really, how do you just pack up 88 years of stuff? How do you decide who gets what? All I know is Grandma is in a better place, with no pain or suffering.
A week before she died, I got to sit down with Grandma and tell her we were adopting. She's been waiting to find out that I'm pregnant. Holding on to one last baby quilt that she made eons ago. Go figure that no one can find it now! I think she was excited for us.
A midst all the sad chaos, good things have been happening with our adoption. Aside from a little bump with the finger prints (the officer forgot to sign the sheets), things have been moving along. We finally got a date for our home visit. Eric finally got some paneling so we can finish one of the rooms in the basement (so we can move other stuff down there and have our child upstairs next to our room). I feel really good about our timeline. The t-shirts are done (previous post) and I've been selling puzzle pieces like CRAZY at work! Most of all, for once in my life I feel really supported by everyone in my life. It's a good feeling. I'm glad everyone is just as excited as I am.
It's hard to be sad when the adoption things are going so well, but then I don't think Grandma would want us to be too sad either. They always say, "With death, comes new life"...
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