Saturday, May 31, 2014

Where I Talk About My Grandma's Death



I am sorry that it has been so long, but something very sad happened since the last time I wrote to you. My Grandma got very sick, went to the hospital, and died earlier this month. I never did get to see my Grandma as much as I wanted to because I still sometimes jump when I get excited and Mom was afraid I would knock her over. But she was always nice to me when I did see her and petted me and gave me cookies. I know that she loved me and I think I was her favorite grand-dog.
Mom told me that Grandma had been the best mother ever. She had always been loving and patient and understanding and she told her kids they could do anything if they put their minds to it. She taught them right from wrong and how to put themselves in someone else’s shoes to keep from making a decision they might be sorry about later. In her younger years, she played fast-pitch softball for a team that went on road trips around the country and she was athletic with a lot of energy even after she got older. She loved to laugh, she loved to have adventures and she loved life. Mom said Grandma was a truly good person who tried to help anybody she could and that a light went out of the world with her passing.

Mom has been so upset because everything happened sudden-like with Grandma whom she loved her very much, so I have had to be on my best behavior lately because she needed me. Many nights, I would lay with my (giant) head on her chest and watch her cry while she held on to my ears. One night, I lay across her like a big German Shepherd blanket until finally she had to scoot me off because she said she was being crushed. Mom was so busy with going to the hospital and the nursing home and helping to arrange the funeral that she has not had much time to spend with me, but I have hardly done one bad thing because I know how sad she has been. That shows you what I good boy I am.
I told Mom that Grandma was up in heaven now with Grandpa, her Mom and Dad and some of her sisters, Max, the angel dog, and lots of people she loves. They are all young again with no pain, or trouble or worry. I think they are in a big field, running and laughing and eating and playing ball. They will wait there for us no matter how long it takes, right by the Rainbow Bridge, to make sure they see us as soon as we cross over.

Goodbye for now, Grandma. We love you and will keep you always in our hearts until we meet again.

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