It has been a while since I have written about my Grandma. I needed time to heal. I still have rather bad days, but I also know that they will get better.
I still can't go into Grandma's room. I had wanted around Christmas time to give some of her cklothes to a women's shelter, but I just couldn't do it. I open the door and I start crying. I finally asked a friend if she would be willing to help me go through Grandma's things and she said yes. So, when I am ready I will give her a call and we can begin the process of going through everything.
Most of her things are still in the same place. Her gloves are still on the table and her coats are still on the coat rack in the entryway. I know I have to remove them, but I just can't.
Anyway, I am trying to take things one day at a time. I still cry a lot, but it has gotten better.
