Last Friday, we made an unplanned two-day trek to Westminster, Colorado. My husband’s grandmother passed away two weeks prior to her 94th birthday. Since I wasn’t willing to leave Rio, with her crazy med schedule and fancy diet, in the hands of someone else, we decided to drive out there.And since we were taking Rio, the Monkeydogs might as well come, too. We loaded everybody and their gear into the Expedition and headed east. The drive is really long. We ran into some crazy weather in the higher elevations of Montana and, of course, the maelstrom winds of Wyoming, but other than that it was a relatively uneventful trip out there.
It was good to see the family, however the circumstances were less than ideal. We arrived late afternoon on Saturday, and Sunday was Easter, so that left a lot of details to be attended to on Monday. The family was “sponsoring” the reception, so we started the morning with a Costco run, then raced home and threw together 13 trays of food and 5 floral arrangements in twenty minutes flat!
Gram’s memorial service was short, simple and very touching. To me, her passing was yet another example of the mercurial nature of life. Everyone, anyone can be here one day and gone the next. To me, Gram’s passing was yet another reminder to enjoy the moment, to live life to the fullest and enjoy the good times. She was a wonderful woman — very generous and kind, and will be missed very much. But we all have memories of her that have made us smile through the tears over these past few days. And that is the most important thing. This is what we celebrated at her service, this is what will keep us moving forward without her.
Laura M. Towne
April 30, 1917 – April 17, 2011