Brian went first in early September. A horrible car accident. Gone in an instant.
And then just two days ago, a tiny baby...the grandson of my n-mom's best friend (who was there when C went into labor with me so many years ago) slipped from his parents' arms into the arms of the angels.
That one hit me hard because I remember going through my own miscarriage and understanding the deep pain that his mother and father are feeling.
And then tonight...as I drove home through the driving rain, my phone rang. It was my n-sister. My grandfather passed away this afternoon, right before she called me. I was driving on a highway so I couldn't pull over...had to just keep driving...so I could make it to the gas station parking lot and lose my shit. And I did...lose my shit I mean.
This is a picture of the family as we gathered in Delaware to celebrate his 80th birthday in 2009 that first weekend together...
My grandfather's first words to me when I met him were: "You're so pretty..." as he held my hands.
I just saw him in May...and I knew it would be the last time I did. I'm in a deep state of grieving right now and am not really sure what to do with myself.