This time last year, my dear grandma Lenore passed away. Her funeral was on Mother's Day. My first Mother's Day was spent in a church and a graveyard, saying goodbye to the sweetest and most caring person I have ever known. She was the only grandparent I had for the past 25 years (my other three grandparents passed away by the time I was 4).
Although she is gone, I am surrounded by her. My house is filled with many beautfil paintings she did over the span of 25 years. Sometimes it's hard to accept she is gone. Grandmothers are so special and I feel kind of jypted to think I don't have one "here" with me. I know she is in heaven looking down on us, and that I have an angel praying for me and someone I can pray to.
So, this Mother's Day, we will be in church. We will go to Mass, pray for Grandma Lenore (like we did a year ago on Mother's day and like we do always) and spend a beautiful day together at home.