I don't do journals too often, but today I really need to. We lost my grandmother today. She was 93 years old and so smart and still with it up until almost the very end. She even sat with us at my birthday dinner a couple days ago. She was one of my best friends and greatest grandparents I could have ever asked for. She was a gardener, a decorator, and matriarch in the truest sense of the word. She was born in 1921, got married to my grandfather in 1943 during WWII, had four kids, nine grandkids, and six great-grandchildren. And she was loved. Dearly loved.
Hug your loved ones please. Be with them, even if it's hard. It makes all the difference in the world.