Saying Goodbye is Hard

Saying goodbye is never easy.  I've been behind on my blog as a result of not knowing what to say or not wanting to officially post about losing my mother in law.  I've struggled with what I want to say, how I want to say it or how to express how dear she was to us, but the truth is-I can't.  I can't begin to put into words how much we will miss her other than to say we are grieving, we are missing her everyday and we were extremely blessed to have had her in our life. Jessica, (Granddaughter to Ada Fay) wrote a farewell that very much captured their relationship and shared some of their special memories.  My children have many memories of their Grandma and the special moments that they shared together, I just wish they could have more.  It is my hope that they remember what an angelic person she was and how lucky they were to have had her for a Grandma.  Their time with her may have been cut short, but it was not wasted.   She taught them so much about life, love,compassion and family.  She did this quite simply as she was a simple person.  She gave each and every one of us her time.  Time to enjoy the simple things in life with her.
 She was very involved with all of her Grandchildren and knew just how make each and every one of them, (and everyone else too) feel special. Whether it be cooking your favorite meal, taking turns baking a yummy dessert with you, or spoiling you with homemade pie for breakfast!

She never missed an opportunity to take a break from her daily chores to cuddle up and read with a  grandchild. I think it was one of her favorite things to do as she would do it often.  I know my children enjoyed climbing up on her lap to read a book and some bonus Grandma time too.  And when they got too big to climb into her lap, she would find other ways to read with them.  She had a love for reading that she shared with all of her grandchildren. 

She was always looking for an excuse to sit down and rock a baby.  You could often find her happily rocking and cuddling babies.  A crying baby meant it needed a grandma fix.   And if you were too big to be rocked she was on the sidelines cheering you along, celebrating milestones and encouraging you to do the right thing or teaching you a lesson or two along the way.

You could always count on a story at bed time.  Grandma's stories were the best.  My children all have their favorite story and I've encouraged them to write them down.

The farm will not be the same without you Grandma.  You are missed more and more each day. 

 We Love You!