To Every Season...

You know the Byrds song:
"To Every Season, Turn, Turn, Turn...
There is a Reason...."

My eighty three year old grandmother passed away on Friday. She was really ill and in a great deal of pain. She is finally at peace. But, still...it doesn't really make the grieving any easier.
My boys have been itching to go to her house; I think that they can sense something is up. I used to take them there almost every day. She was the boys' number one playdate.
She gave them popsicles, candy, chocolate, soda, and Jello. All things that Momma doesn't buy. She never listened when I told her my boys' don't need "that junk."
Her reply? "In my house, I'm the boss."

She was amazing, M&M's and all.

We're really going to miss you, Bubbie.