Sad news for the holiday

The Thursday before Christmas, my Grandma had a massive stroke. She was taken to the hospital and my mom called me on Friday morning to let me know. The first night of our drive home, my mom called me to tell me that they didn't think Grandma would live for much longer and that she and my Aunt would be staying at the hospital that night to be with her. The next morning as we were starting our drive home, my mom called to tell me Grandma has passed away early that morning. I was determined to go and Jesús said he would stay with the kids so I could fly to Utah for the funeral. Cory and I flew out January 1st to Salt Lake where Mom and Sara picked us up. That night we had a get together for all the family at my Aunt Pattys house. It was wonderful to see everyone together, which I'm sure had been a while. We talked of Grandma and laughed about stories and looked at old pictures.
Sunday was the viewing and I only cried once really quickly and was done.
Most of my crying was done at the funeral. It was beautiful, exactly what she would have wanted. To me it seemed like a program she would have put on at her house with the Grandkids singing and the Great Grandkids singing and then the all the Men Grandchildren. My favorite speaker was my cousin Whitney, she brought back so many memories and we laughed and cried.
On the way to the cemetery we laughed that Grandma would have been so mad she was being driven in a Cadillac.

My sweet Grandpa

Everytime we would leave Grandma and Grandpas house, they would stand on the the front porch and wave good bye until we couldn't see them anymore. This time I couldn't help but cry as we drove away and Grandpa stood by himself on the porch waving. My Grandpa is one of my favorite people and I know he will find ways to make his situation happier.
Until they meet again.