This is my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post hosted by all.things.fadra. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
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Jake's grandmother passed away on Friday morning. We are sad, of course, but so thankful that Jake was able to make it up there to visit her before she passed. The first day he was there, she had a few moments of clarity with him, recognized him and thanked him for coming to visit her. And everyone said that when she met Ava, she got the biggest smile on her face that she's had in a very long time.
So we all knew the end was close, the doctors had given her less than a week left to live. And I truly believe that she would have waited for Jake to get up there, she knew he was coming to visit. And his dad ended up driving up there, so all 4 of her kids were there with her.
It's sad of course, but I think people know when they're ready to go. You get tired. And what is supposed to be a sad situation isn't as much sad as comfort at knowing their pain is over.
Jake shared a bit about grandma's life with me. How her mother died in childbirth and she was raised by her aunts. How she didn't have the nicest husband. And it wasn't until after he died and she moved and started helping out with the Grandmother Program at school that she really found herself.
And we talked a bit more. About how life is too short to be miserable.
Too short to stay married to the wrong person. Too short to stay in a job that you hate.
My grandmother always says that every moment you spend hateful or angry is a moment you'll never get back. That life isn't a dress rehearsal for something bigger. This is it. I mean, looking at Ava, it's so obvious just how fast time goes by. Moments that you'll never get back.
Jake and I have a wonderful marriage. Friends always tell us that we're perfect for each other, that we're adorable, that we obviously make each other so happy. We work really hard at our marriage. We talk constantly, and really try and make the other person's happiness a priority.
But after his grandmother passed, and our conversation, it's even more important to us that we stay happy. That we go the extra mile to work on our marriage. Do the little things. Talk. Spend time together. Not hold grudges. Don't live in the past. Forgive past mistakes. Hugs. Kisses.