Family

Just got home last night from a trip to Arkansas for my grandma's funeral. She passed away on Saturday after living a wonderful, very long life. She would have turned 92 this coming Monday. This woman raised 10 kids with tons of love and made the most beautiful quilts I have ever seen. She just made a very detailed cross-stitched baby blanket for Cameron when he was born and I am so lucky to have it. I think he is the last great-grandchild that she made one for. As hard as it was to lose my last grandparent, I sat there and watched my dad deal with losing his mom, and I can't imagine losing one of my parents. We knew this was coming, but no matter how "prepared" you are for it, or how old you are, it is never easy to lose a parent. It was so much harder to get on that plane yesterday to come back home after being with my family for a few days. I never want to take them for granted and hope they know how much I love and appreciate them. I truly am blessed and have the most amazing family in the world. I love spending time with them and saying good-bye is still so hard each time. I really wish I lived closer so I could see them more often. For now I guess Skype will have to do...
On another note, trying to teach a 4 year old about death is not easy. I started with telling him that great-grandma was up in heaven with Jesus, which he seemed okay with. Then we went to the funeral home and she was in the casket. He looked at me, spread his arms out, and asked, "Mommy, is this Jesus?". So confusing for a little kid...