Last weekend, we went to visit Patrick's Grandmother LaDean. At 84 years old, she still had one of the biggest personalities I had ever seen. She laughed out loud at Miles dancing, and played catch with him, and smiled quietly while he drove his trucks around her feet. At dinner, she told us the story of how she met her husband, and her eyes sparkled when she talked of their first date.
It's hard to believe that was only a week ago today.
Yesterday morning, this lovely, vibrant lady joined her beloved husband in heaven. Though she will be greatly missed by those of us here, it is hard to feel sadness at the thought that her eyes are sparkling once again, as her eyes meet his across a crowded room.
We love you, Grandma. So glad we got to see you one last time.
And thank you to Aunt Gretchen for use of the photo. I'm fairly certain Grandma LaDean would be very upset if I posted the few pictures I managed to get of her. After all, her hair wasn't done up. :)