Matt's phone never rings on Sunday morning.
I picked it up and saw that it was my sister. And a sense of dread hit me. My sister Havalah lives in Phoenix. Which meant she was calling me at 5 in the morning. That could only mean one thing.
Something was wrong.
And I was right.
My paternal grandmother passed away suddenly from a pulmonary embolism (clot from the lung). We knew she was in the hospital dealing with an infection in her leg. But we had no idea it was so serious. It was completely unexpected. Perhaps not for everyone, but it was for me.
My grandmother - Doris Mears - was 78. She lived 9 years and 2 months without my grandfather Bob who went to be with the Lord in 2002. She leaves behind three children and their partners, twelve grandchildren and their partners, 5 great-grandchildren, several babies in utero, and several grand/great-grand babies are waiting to greet her in Heaven.
My most vivid memories of my grandmother are of her days caring for the elderly in her home. She and my grandfather did in-home care for the elderly. At every family gathering there were extra "greats" at the table. She worked from sun-up to sun-down caring for them. She loved them and treated them with respect. Many of them - like Margaret and Bill - became beloved members of our family because they spent so many years with us.
Love you G.G.