They were married just over sixty years when Pop-Pop suffered a fatal heart attack in their kitchen.
She had missed him terribly for almost thirteen years.
But I know they are together.
And I imagine they look just like they did way back then. Young and beautiful. And in their prime. So, even in my sadness, I have happy thoughts. Happy that they have been reunited with one another. Happy to be their granddaughter. Happy with the faith that everything is okay.
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Thank you for all of your comments and emails. I wish that I was able to reply to each one individually, but time and energy did not allow it. I was working on a new, updated DVD slideshow for Mom-Mom's viewing and funeral and we have a house of sick people. Five children at once. And me. Landing one sick Mason in the ER on Sunday night. I'm happy that three actually went to school today. For the first time in more than a week. Thank you for your kindness, sympathy, and compassion. I will never forget it.
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Look at Mom-Mom's buff arms in the bottom photo. She used to be on a girls' softball team! Go, Mom-Mom!