Monday, January 7, 2013

A Surreal Week

It's been a very surreal couple of weeks around here. First of all, we had a wonderful Christmas week, celebrating with all of our loved ones from both near and far. We had a great time with my family, but we spent a majority of the week with the Wife's family, since her two sisters who live in Oklahoma were in town, along with their families. We love to spend a lot of time with them when they are around, since we don't get to see them all that often. We pretty much spent every evening, and most of the the days, hanging out with them, and had a great time.

Christmas week was especially fun because the Wife's Grandma Millie was feeling well, and was able to get out and do a bunch of things that she hadn't felt like doing for a while. She came to church with us on Christmas Eve, she went to her International Bible Givers meeting that week, which she hadn't been to in months, she was full of good cheer when our church's Christmas caroling party was going on at her house, and she even stayed up late on the night of Friday, December 28th, watching and cheering on her beloved Gophers football team as they played in their bowl game. It was a wonderful week, and it seemed as though Grandma Millie was turning the corner in her recovery from her illnesses which had been bugging her for a while.
Grandma Millie with the Boy when he was about 5 months old.
Then everything changed. Our fun week of celebrating Christmas together turned into a week of sadness. Grandma Millie had a heart attack early Saturday morning, and she was gone by noon the next day. Everything switched from being fun to being sad. It's been a very surreal turn of events.

I recently read somewhere that it takes a long time to get over the death of a loved one; and there's no quick-fix cure-all you can do to make it go any faster. Having lost my fair share of loved ones, I can attest to that, but since I recently read it, it's been incredibly noticeable in this case. There will be a lot of little moments that we'll all have to deal with.

I was doing pretty well a couple of days after Grandma Millie's death. Going through life, everything seemed OK. Then I stepped through the front door of her house for the first time since she died, and saw her favorite chair that she always used to sit in. Talk about a gut-wrenching moment.

And then there was the time during yesterday's church service, when I realized that,  if she were still alive, Grandma Millie would have been sitting right in line between me and Pastor Kory, who was up on the platform, preaching. I'll never get to see her in her favorite seat in the second pew again. It's surreal.

I guess it's all just part of the grieving process. I know that it can take a long time, and eventually the memories and realizations will start to trigger happy thoughts instead of sad. At least we have each other to help get through it all. The surrealness will start to wear off, too.  I can't wait.

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