My grandmother, a woman I was very close to, passed away over a year ago. She had suffered from Alzheimer’s, and had for several years. All of us have been struggling to find closure through out her illness and passing.
For my cousins and sisters, it was relatively easy: they are all much younger than me — at least six years. They really don’t remember our grandmother as she was.
Of my mother and my aunts, though, none of them were able to take it well. Even the act of arranging to place a headstone on their mother’s grave has been a struggle: one needed to finish things, one wouldn’t have anything to do with it and one just wasn’t ready for that finality.
This weekend, it finally happened. We all still miss her horribly, but the closure is immensely important. It seems to mark a milestone for a family: we have done our mourning and we’re ready to return to life.
Most grief counselors say that there are eight steps to the mourning process, ending with acceptance. Well, we are accepting, and we’re ready to celebrate the life of a woman we miss.
My grandmother’s cookie recipes will grace our tables this holiday season. Stories of her are less painful to tell. And this week, I found out that my grandmother wrote a book — one I can get a copy of.
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