My grandparents. The sun rose and set with them. They were the most godly and wonderfully nurturing people. I adored them and the feeling was absolutely mutual. I was the first of six grandchildren and I never let anyone forget it. It was a good run. I was the only grandchild for four years until my brother was born. My grandmother always called me the "Number One Grandbaby." I always thought it was our secret code that she loved me the most, even though I really know she loved all of us the same.
My grandfather passed away almost three years ago and my grandmother passed away exactly three weeks ago today. My grandmother had been suffering with Alzheimer's disease for the last ten years. When my grandfather passed, it was as if I was mourning the loss of both of them since he had been functioning as both grandparents for so long. I went home to Atlanta for her funeral and I'm so glad that I did. It was expensive and inconvenient and difficult to leave my husband and children, but I needed to remember, reminisce and grieve.
After a weekend of talking about my grandmother, I realized how much we're alike. We both detest cooking. Our favorite color is red. We are both very neat, tidy and organized. We both actually like to do laundry. We both hate taking medicine or pills of any kind. I'd like to think I inherited my thoughtful and giving nature from my grandmother. We both love[d] our husbands with our whole hearts. I hope to be as happily married as they were for as long as they were, 58 years. They were rarely apart, and now they're together again.