So my first post. And I must say its not the most positive one to start with, but I need to get it off my chest as I embarq on this Christmas holiday.
Five years ago at this time, my husbands mom was very sick with lung cancer. We had just built our home, moved in and got a puppy. It should have been the happiest holiday thus far in our married life. We decorated to the nines, had a house full of people invited, deliciousness in the kitchen..... and then she arrived. The worst we had seen her, needing a walker to get up the 2 steps to our porch. She didnt make it, fell backwords and had to nearly be carried in. She had no wig on, no life left. A week later she was placed on life support and just after New Years, she was gone.
Fast forward 5 years. My daughter is 19 months old. She never got to meet her Grandma Sandy. We have a tree from Jason's cousin on our landing. On it are tiny snowmen ornaments that were Sandy's. Everytime Allie hits that landing, she is mesmerized by those snowmen. She nearly tantrums because she doesn't want to finish going down the stairs. And in that moment, each time it happens, I realize my one life's regret: that my children will never get to meet Grandma Sandy. I miss you Sandy. Even remembering your worst days, I miss you.
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