Some of you know that Brad's grandmother passed away this week. I must be honest, I've had very little death in my immediate family so it is sometimes hard to empathize with the grief. This actually worries me. I wonder how badly I will take it when the grief hits too close to home.
Regardless, Brad's grandmother was a wonderful person. We toasted her today after the funeral. She had a glass (or two) of White Zinfandel every day. She was in a nursing home and they didn't allow it so she actually had the doctor write her a prescription for it. Of course today, we all toasted with White Zinfandel. We went around the room and told what she meant to us. She was and is very loved. What I will always remember about her are the cards she would send us. I'm a card person. I love to get cards. I love to give cards (even though I'm bad at it). She would send us one for our birthday, Christmas, even our anniversary. And she did it for everyone! Everyone around her felt loved.
But I learned so much about her this weekend too. Many of you also know that Brad is very musically gifted. I am completely jealous of this ability. I now know where he acquired his gift. At the end of the funeral they played a recording of her singing The Lord's Prayer from 1945. It was majestic. I had only known her as an old woman, but hearing the power in her voice, you couldn't help but see her as she was in 1945...a beautiful, powerful, amazing young woman.
While it was a very somber occasion, it was the perfect tribute to a woman I am lucky to have known. During the toast, someone mentioned that it was the first funeral he had been to where the deceased was the star of her own funeral! And that sums "Gar" up perfectly.