I've talked about contrasts in my life before.
On Friday morning, we got a call we had been somewhat expecting, The Man's Grandma had passed away.
On Sunday, we spent the day celebrating my Nan's 81st birthday.
I felt so guilty standing in the card store picking out a card for my Nan on Saturday night, knowing that my husband had lost his.
I felt so blessed to be able to be standing in a store picking out a card for my 81-year old Nan.
I felt so blessed to still have my Nan, who at 81 enjoyed a day of going to see "A Christmas Carol" on 3-D iMax, followed up by a drink at a bar while we watched the end of the Steeler game, and finished off with a yummy dinner at Olive Garden. I hope I'm still going like she is at 81.
I felt guilty, because while I know The Man enjoyed the day, there had to be an undertone or twinge of sadness.
Today, while on the way to the funeral home for the first of 2 viewings for The Man's Grandma, I called my Nan to wish her a Happy Birthday (today's the actual day).
Yesterday, while driving home, The Man, my Mom, and I were talking about how drastically movies have changed in my Nan's life. From 'talkies' of the late 20's/early 30's to 3-D iMax films of today. Wow, what this woman has seen.
Today, while watching my mother-in-law tear up at the loss of her mother (who she's cared for over the last 2 years), I couldn't help but hear the children running and playing in the back of the room.
Proof, that in fact, life does go on.
Proof, that the contrasts in our lives are blessings.