My sweet grandma

My grandma duffel passed peacefully away in her sleep yesterday. I know it's sad, but I can't help feeling happy inside for her, to finally be with her husband again. What a precious reunion it must have been.
They told us she usually slept facing the inside of the bed toward where my grandpa would have been sleeping but they found her facing out, like my grandpa came to receive her :) death can be tragic but it is a time where you are forced to think about life and reevaluate your own life. I loved my Grammie, we weren't always the closest but in her later years it was prominent that she wanted to be closer with us. I'm very happy with the relationship I did have with her. I would call her a couple times a month to get some of her delicious recipes that my kalob loved! homey yummy recipes; I actually asked her if she would photo copy them for me for xmas and her response was " I'd rather you have an excuse to call me every week"
She would also call me every time she knew we were traveling, since that's quite often. It was always a short conversation but I knew she loved us, making sure we were safe. A lot of the time she would say she was looking at pictures of us so she was calling to check on us, pictures made her really happy.
The last time we visited, Lincoln actually kissed her once on his own accord, and then again, and then again! three kisses in a row. he must have knew to make them count. Grandma really loved being GG to the great grand babies. She used to send us cards with pencils growing up, I looked forward to it every holiday; the small manilla envelope coming with 7(one for each kid and one for mom) envelopes addressed to each of us individually and we'd fight over which pencil had the best eraser. Lincoln has received a couple, actually his New Years card isn't even opened, it's waiting at my moms.
When I was sitting in grandpas recliner chair next to her in her room last visit, I was thinking how much she must miss grandpa and how I squeeze linc and tell him I love you love you love you, just like my grandpa would have, and I always will because it's my favorite memory of him(besides his handle bar mustache and growly breathing) but I didn't tell her because I didn't want to make her sad. When I got in the car, I said to kalob my thoughts and how I should have told her. It's okay to be sad and it might have been easier for her to know other people miss him still too.
But now she doesn't have to be sad anymore. That makes death more bearable. I'm okay with it.