This is the post I've been dreading for months now. I feel like I can't even begin to wrap my mind around this at all. This morning, my grandmother passed away in her sleep. There, I said it. I cannot believe my grandparents are gone. Poof, just gone. I literally cannot look at the pictures of my GMA and Oliver right now because they are just too painful. It breaks my heart every time I think about how he will never know her.
There will be much debate from everyone about how their GMA is better or they had the best life. I'll let you have that thought. But, all of us Kahle grandchildren will know for the rest of our lives who had the best set of grandparents.
Trips to the beach, laughter abounding, Christmases that involved so many presents you literally couldn't see the floor...that was our childhood. For the most part, everyone seemed to get along really well and we always had the best time together. Although it is a bit odd to think about, the night before our grandfather's funeral, all the grandchildren spent the night at their house and I can honestly say that was the most fun I've ever had. All of this to say, we're a pretty tight family.
We have lost our matriarch. This is just so unimaginable to me. I wrote something for my grandpa's funeral but the idea of putting pen to paper to explain just how wonderful my GMA is is virtually impossible. Scratch that, it is impossible. I could explain quantum physics before I could say how amazing she is.
The last picture is how I choose to remember you, Grandma. Thank you for being such an amazing person and showing me how to cook and be a better person. I am so glad your pain is over and you're able to be with Grandpa again. I will love you until I get to see you again. Glenna Mae, you made the world a much better place by being here and it won't ever be the same without you.