Well, it's been almost a week now since my wife's grandmother died (Tuesday, 20th). I have not really blogged about it since I've been sort of just quietly dealing with the loss.
She passed quietly and without any pain. We'll probably have a remembrance gathering for her, just close family. It was very strange to come into her home without hearing that familiar, "Hi". It was also very difficult not to see her sitting in her favorite chair.
Our kids are totally unaffected by this significant event. Almost as if they never knew her at all. Possibly not since they would scurry off and play with their cousin, who would visit her great grandmother the same day we were there.
It's been tough for me, and strangely so. I find it interesting that for someone who was only an in-law, she had quite an impact on me. I'm sure we all thought Doris would be here forever. Difficulties for me; seeing evidence of her daily life, hairbrushes, medication bottles, items recently used in her refrigerator, and the baby monitor that's still turned on in her bedroom (the caretaker used at night in case she needed help).
Doris may be gone, but she's still very much alive in my thoughts. This adaptation is going to take some time to get used to.