On Christmas day when I was 10, my mom’s dad died. And then a few days before Christmas the year I was 20 my dad’s dad died. So I used to joke that my grandmas had better be ready on Christmas the year I turn 30.
Instead, my paternal grandma died in April. And my maternal grandma died Sunday night.
I was fortunate enough to get to spend a week out there with my mom and my kids at the beginning of August, and I’m glad we got that time. She will definitely be missed.