My grandmother passed away this past weekend. She was 86 yrs old. This is her almost 2 years ago with our son when he was only a few days old. She loved this little guy so much! And we all loved her. She was such a constant in my life; she was the third parent in the house when I was a kid; I just can’t quite grasp that she’s gone. Seems so strange that I won’t be able to call her next time I want to make her fish chowder recipe. I never did get it straight, though I’m sure I have it written down somewhere. It just became habit to call her and have her talk me through it when I made it.

The wake isn’t until Thursday and the funeral is Friday morning. Feels like we’re all kind of in a “holding pattern” until then, just flying in circles and trying not to crash. I didn’t post this sooner because I just couldn’t. We’ve known for months that this was coming but somehow that hasn’t really made it any easier. Gram is the first person we’ve lost in 18 years, since my cousin died of cancer when I was a kid.

I’m coping by doing the things that just have to get done around here. Thank goodness my MIL is doing most of the cooking, since in this mode I tend to burn more than is edible. Yesterday I spent a chunk of the day spinning. I was going for mindless and something involving a sense of touch, but I picked the Merino/Angora blend and had to focus a bit more than I planned on. I think I did about 2 oz. I’m planning to ply it today and once I get a chance dye it up in a semi-soild burgandy color. Its going to be a Christmas gift scarf for someone special, won’t say who in case they read this at some point . . .

I’m off to do another load of laundry (funny how the laundry pile doesn’t care what else is happening and gets to a point it demands attention) and then take the baby out in the yard for a while. Perhaps the fresh air and sun shine will do us both some good.