Sometimes having heaps of snow makes the cold easier to deal with. I’m talking so much snow that it covers the mailbox and you have to dig it out so the mail can be delivered. Such was the case at my cousin Missy and her husband Alec’s house in Minnesota outside of Minneapolis this weekend.
But it was bitterly cold and the reason I was visiting meant the snow didn’t make a difference.
I traveled to Minnesota this weekend to gather with my family, immediate and extended, to celebrate my Grandma Marje’s life. After a 13-year battle with cancer my vivacious, 89-year-old Grandma was at peace and took her last breath.
Some people, including my mom, got to say goodbye to Grandma while she was in palliative care and her passing was expected so there was much more celebration, story sharing and laughter than crying or outright mourning. We were all mourning the world’s loss but we had so much to celebrate about her life. I had the honor to speak and represent the grandchildren at her “Celebration of Life” on Saturday. I was one of three family members to speak at the ceremony.
The last time I got to see Grandma Marje was when Gita and I got married last August. Which she attended despite her failing health and had a great time. I found that she must have showed all her friends the pictures because people I didn’t even know where complimenting me on a beautiful wedding and a gorgeous bride.
Peace.




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