Through all of the drama with my mother that has been going on recently, Patrick has had it hardest, by a mile. Not only has he had to help me and be a rock for our family, he has been suffering through his own grief.
He was told the latter part of last week that he would be saying goodbye his maternal grandmother for the last time, on Saturday. She passed away on Sunday, a little before noon.
I only met her a few times, but she’s the kind of woman where it only takes one time for you to realize that she is a larger than life type of personality.
I love that we have a painting of hers hanging in our apartment. It’s an autumn scene. Very full of color and light.