My kids are some of the luckiest children that I know.  Not only do they have both sets of grandparents in their lives, but they also have 4 great-grandmothers and 2 great-grandfathers.  And until today, they had a great-great grandmother; not many kids can say that!

My great-grandmother was 93 years old and lived a long and full life.  I keep trying to remind myself of that when I start to feel melancholy. 

She holds a special place in my father's heart for numerous reasons.  I know he is hurting right now because he wasn't with her at the end.  We knew she was getting close, and he had planned to leave to see her this afternoon after a doctor's appointment, and she passed away early this morning.  I am glad that she just slipped away peacefully in her sleep and that she is now living it up with Jesus, but it is still sad nonetheless.

We made a special trip down to CT to see her shortly after C was born and I am so glad that we did.  It is sad to think that that visit was our last, but I take comfort in knowing that she got to see and hold all of my children in her lifetime.

I am having some problems figuring out how I am going to make to CT for the wake and funeral.  Hubby has to be away all next week for training, and although he can miss 8 hours, that means we can't go to both the wake and funeral.  Since that is unacceptable to me, I don't know what to do.  A 4ish hour drive, alone with 4 kids is not my idea of a fun trip.  And when I get down there I still need to find someone to watch the kids for the 2 events anyway.  *sigh*  Say a pray that it all works out for me to be there for my family.

Here is a picture of our last visit with Great-Grandma:

I am so glad that my kids and I had the pleasure of getting to know this wonderful woman!