Sadly, I didn't make it to Hillsboro on Thursday. Instead, I made the 2.5 hour drive to Herington...alone...for my grandma's funeral.
Rewind. Sunday night, I left work and had 8 missed calls/texts from various family members. My heart sank when I saw this. It's never good news. Ever. I found out that night that my grandma had passed away. She died without ever meeting her triplet grandsons. I have tried not to beat myself up over this fact, but at the end of the day, I should have found time in the last 14 months to make the trip out to see her. By the time I had made it a priority, it was too late.
My grandma was a wonderful quirky person. She collected clowns, called potlucks "pot parties", was convinced her dog could talk, and was famous for her fried chicken and sour cream cookies. I will miss all these things about her.
After her funeral, my family got together for a dinner in Ramona (where my grandma used to live). There were tons of photos on display that I really enjoyed looking at. This was one of them. I decided I needed to have it and took it home with me. I think it's lovely.
I love and miss you, Grandma!