I wasn't nearly as productive as I had hoped last week. I didn't get started painting the bookshelves, or fix my kids clothes, or get my new raised bed garden built. It's okay. While I wish I would have gotten those things done, I'm not going to beat myself up because I didn't. I did take some time to create a scrapbook page. My grandma died on Saturday, and as always, creating is a way for me to process and express what I'm feeling. That's why I create to begin with.
Phyllis Salina Jones Burton
Born April 7th 1918
Died May 14th 2011
My Grandma just died, and I have such mixed feelings. She had been frail and often sick for many years, so it is not all that surprising that she passed away. And yet, because she has been through so much and still held on...it has come as a shock to me.
I can’t believe she’s really gone.
Since we moved back to Utah, I haven’t gone to see her nearly as much as I should have. The last time we went, all she wanted to do was hold Susie. I’m glad I took my camera to capture it.
It’s not so much that I am mourning the death of my Grandma as it is I am mourning lost opportunities to know her. I love you, Grandma. I hope I can know you better in the next life.