My Great Grandmother passed away this morning. She was 98 years old. After my mother called me, I sat for a moment digesting this news. I want to be sad because that's what you feel when someone passes. And I do feel sad. But a part of me feels that I'm glad that she be at peace. I believe that she'll finally be reunited with her husband and children that she lost and all the friends that went before her.
And I keep thinking of her being 98. She was able to see her children, grandchildren and great children grow up. And while I didn't see her often, I remember what it felt like to to sit and have tea with her in her kitchen when I would visit. It must have been incredible to have seen so much and to see four generations in the room at the same time.
So today I just want to pause and think about her and her life and how lucky I feel that I even knew her at all.