Processing Death

And like that, she is gone.

I will miss my grandma in so many more ways than I thought I would. Her kindness, her generosity (I have never met anyone else that offers my girls "Freezey Pops" at any time of day), her sweetness, her stubbornness, her laughter; it will all be missed. 

Death wreaks havoc in many ways, and my response is particularly a multi-emotional one. I tend to have less patience with nit-picky people, grumpy people, rude people, and complainers. I cannot hide my opinion or anger or irritation very well, and I tend to blow up over insignificant things. I cry over the smallest acts of kindness, when my girls tell me they love me, or just when I feel like it. My dear husband is capable of identifying these episodes and handling them well, but others are not.

We just returned from Grandma's funeral late Monday evening, the girls went back to school on Tuesday morning, and I had a few hours of training for my new job on Wednesday. With all this in mind, my husband's parents decided that these few days out of their multiple-week trip were the ones on which to visit us. I had asked that they not come this week, even before my grandma died, but they were insistent. 

I am still angry at the world. I am angry that my grandparents are dead. I grew up next door to them, and the bulk of my childhood revolves around them. They helped to shape me into the person, wife, and parent that I am. We are inheriting a beautiful armoire and a practically brand new television from Grandma, which is fantastic, but they will not bring her back to me. We will value these things of hers, though, and we will cherish the memories we make with them and think of her fondly. 

I know my in-laws probably expect me to apologize for my behavior while they were here, but I do not have any plans to do so at this time. I am grieving. I am stressed. I needed this time with my husband and my daughters, not house guests. Yes, I poked fun at this tacky, hideous camel-shaped table that looks like it belongs in a 70s drug lord movie that they brought to my husband. Yes, I meant it. No, it will not be displayed in a prominent place in my home. Ever. My husband understands and agreed to put it somewhere more obscure. He gets me. We are on the same page. 

Perhaps I will feel like apologizing for any hurt feelings later.

Or perhaps not.

I pray that God will help me to deal with these feelings and know the wisest course of action in moving forward. I also pray that He helps my girls to heal from all of this. I will also thank Him for blessing us in so many other ways.