Time for Grandma to Talk About It

When Kitty died, our family as a whole received an immeasurable amount of support from family, friends, neighbors and complete strangers.  On one of the days between her death and the funeral, a sympathy card from someone in the neighborhood was placed in our mailbox.   I got one or two cards from former co-workers and maybe a dozen of Marty and my friends attended the wake and/or funeral.  In the following months, my closest friends would check in on me.  One of them still regularly asks me how I am doing.

But the majority of the time, the questions are: "How is your daughter doing?",  "How are they doing?", "Are they still together?", "Is the 2-year-old adjusting OK?", etc. 

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I am happy that my daughter and her family are cared about and loved - even though some people are just being nosy - and I don't mind sharing that they are living life in the best way they possibly can since the accident.

But, hey.  Grandmothers and grandfathers grieve, too. We want to talk about it.  We have things we want or need to say.  No, we didn't lose our child, we lost our child's child. Is that worse?  No, it's different and it's painful.  I think of it as losing our granddaughter and losing our daughter AS SHE WAS before Kitty died.  More on that on another day.

I'm ready to talk and to share. But this blog isn't just for me - it is for all grieving grandparents.  May we all find acceptance and peace through our journeys and our support of one another. 

Creating this site has been a challenge, but one I gladly take on with a lot of love and hope in my heart.