Not writing a farewell to Grandma would be a cardinal sin. Grandma was an inspiration, a trail blazer, a phenomenal woman who gave so much to her community of Flemington, West Virginia.
I could fill the page listing the work, historical milestones, books, articles and stories she contributed to life, but she'd humbly say, "Oh, sweetie, I just did what I did."
She passed at 91 years old, peacefully with two of her daughters holding each hand. As she was dying, she clenched my mother's hand tightly, holding on for dear life, but then a wave of peace washed over her and she slowly released her tight grip, letting go. Letting go. . . Letting go. . . She was with my mother when my mother came into the world, and my mother was with her when she left.
Letting go of your legacy must be one of the toughest forms of surrender, especially when you have so much to leave behind. She was ready to go. She's free now. And one more cycle of life is closed.
Life is a beautiful and precious journey. The victory isn't in what we get out of it, but what we leave behind.
Thank you, Grandma, for leaving me with that most important lesson.
May your next journey be filled with love and light.
Keep writing. It saves lives.