This past week as school was just about to be back from the holidays I received the call that we knew was coming, it was really just a matter of time. My Grandmother had passed away.
This began the journey across Canada which my sister called the great Canadian race. Really how hard is it to get on an airplane and fly from Alberta to New Brunswick we had all done it and done it with ease. My parents left Monday and hit Toronto where apparently this was their first winter and shut the airport down for two days. My brother and myself made it to Winnipeg and were cancelled on from there. My other sister flew standby and beat us all there by shear luck of going through Montreal. With a couple extra days for us to get there we finally arrived and with open arms from our family.
The thing I love about my family is that it doesn't matter if we all grew up together and we see each other every 2 or 3 years there is such a great bond that it always feels like home. My grandparents house is really the heart of the family where you are always welcome. Where many birthdays, baby showers and anniversaries have been held. Our family of course would not be like this without both of my grandparents and their 67 years of love I think everyone wishes they could have.
Her funeral was truly a showcase of her life with many laughs and tears and ending with a night of family coming together in a way I could only hope. With a house full of 45 - 50 people little and big partying and laughing, you really could tell that she didn't leave anything unsaid, she had filled everyone's life with something special and everyone in it knew that they were loved. It was a true celebration of her life.
She will be missed but not forgotten.
