long before september 11, 2001, the date was a happy one for my family. it was not only my grandmother's birthday, but also her and grampa's wedding anniversary. for as long as i can remember, september 11 is a date that was celebrated in our house.

even though my gram has been gone for almost 14 years, september 11 is a day that i still mark to celebrate the life of a woman whose impact in my life has been immeasurable. and even now, there is rarely a week that goes by when at least once i don't wish i could pick up a telephone and hear her voice on the other end of the line. usually, on her birthday, i write a letter to her in my journal.

but not today.

this morning, my mother called to tell me that my grandfather's battle with dementia and many other illnesses ended last night, a few short hours before what would have began another anniversary without my grandmother. in the near fourteen years since gram went away, there wasn't a day when gramp didn't want to leave this life to be with her. every time i spoke with him, he made that abundantly clear.

but while my heart is heavy, and so sad tonight, i cannot help but love that after so many anniversaries apart, my grandparents are celebrating together today, this time with their God as the host of the party.


Lynn said...

Sweeter than sweet, Suzi.
Kurt's grandma died on September 11 too and we remember her every year - a life well lived!
Thinking and praying for you and your family as you go through the next few days... and beyond.
love ya,

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