I kind of dropped off the blogging radar since Friday. In all honesty, the blog was the farthest thing from my mind. I was completely exhausted come Monday afternoon when I finally made it back home after spending the weekend in Michigan for my grandma’s funeral.
Actually, the whole month of October was nothing but a whirlwind (and not in a good way). It started off strong after Rise.Run.Retreat but then slowly crumbled with being sick from a sinus infection for three weeks. My desire to blog was gone because I felt like crap. And now it’s November. How did that happen?!?!
When I did make it back home to New Hampshire, I only wanted to hug and kiss my kiddos and Ron. I missed them tons. And I think they missed me. Or at least Ron did. He told me I can’t leave again for a long, long time.
Over the weekend I was submersed into death and grieving. My job, for most of it, was to be the task master. Someone to make sure my mom and aunt plowed through their endless to-do list of putting things in order after my grandmother’s death. This was quite laughable since I have a knack for procrastination. Nonetheless, I tried as best I could. I’m glad I could help in some way.
This was the first time I have ever been really involved with what happens when someone dies. I’ve had other family members pass away but I’ve never really paid attention to all the details. Or maybe I just didn’t want to know?
From canceling credit cards to figuring out what to do with all of the years of stuff that can accumulate in one house. It’s amazing what you can find. And how letting go can be hard. I’m not a sentimental person but I even found it hard to get rid of some pictures that sparked a memory from years ago.
It’s ironic that I learned life lessons in the process.
Stuff is stuff. Holding on to things that have meaning to you will not mean anything once you are gone. Memorabilia will not have the same meaning to your family. Mental memories, most of the time, are enough.
Take the trip. Some of the best recent memories of my grandma are from trips. After my grandpa passed away 11 years ago, my mom and aunt made a point to travel with my grandma. They went on so many cruise’s, to Vegas, the Smokey Mountains and trips to visit the grandkids all over the country. Traveling is expensive. I know I’ve used that excuse many times. But making those types of memories are priceless.
Get in the picture. Who’s usually taking the pictures of the kids, grandkids, etc? The moms and grandmas. My grandma loved to take pictures. And was known for cutting people’s heads off. But nonetheless, she always had her camera handy. Don’t be afraid to be in a picture by yourself. Don’t be afraid to ask the stranger to take a family photo for you. Do it.
There’s a first time for everything no matter what your age. My grandmother got on a horse for the first time at age 80. She went white water rafting for the first time in her 80s. Age is not an excuse. If you want to do something or the opportunity arises, do it. Never say I’m too old.
Prepare. It’s not easy to talk about death. But it’s even harder when there isn’t a plan for your wishes after you are gone. My grandma had things in order but there were still things that were in question. It also made me realize that Ron and I need to get a Living Will done ASAP. Of course, I thought of this as I was saying a thousand Hail Mary’s while we dropped, swooped and bounced in the teeny tiny airplane I took from Chicago to my parent’s house in Michigan. Let’s just say 8 seater planes are not for those who have a fear of flying. Especially when the pilot and copilot turn on the cabin lights mid flight so they can read a manual. And yes, there was NO door to the cockpit. The passengers had a view to everything that was going on up there.
Drink the champagne. Or the bottle of scotch, wine, etc. We found 4 bottles of unopened champagne in my grandma’s basement. They were all from some special occasions (weddings maybe?) and being saved for another special occasion. Guess what? Champagne goes bad. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Drink it because it’s a day ending in ‘y’. Believe me, you do NOT want to even smell bad champagne!
Linking up with Amanda for Thinking Out Loud.
What life lessons have you learned lately?
What’s the smallest airplane you’ve ever been in?