Death. It’s one of those things that happen every day but do we really stop to think about the dreaded D word? I’m writing this post because someone in my life recently took their last breath. My husband’s grandmother, to be exact. But she wasn’t just his grandparent, she was mine as well. She was family, and family is something that I cling to in all areas of my life. To receive a phone call telling me “she’s gone” is devastating. If you’ve ever lost anyone close to you, you know what I’m talking about. There aren’t enough tears in this world or hugs from others that will quell the pain that sits deep in your chest. There isn’t any amount of phone calls or texts that can fill the hole that was opened up by such a loss. Grief is a funny thing. It grabs ahold of you and won’t let go until it decides to. It’s in a word…uncontrollable.

I know each person’s time on this earth is limited. I’ve faced many deaths in my 35 years on this earth. But that fact doesn’t take the sting out of the wound any less when you are faced with it once again. It manages to rip you to shreds when you least expect it. But why is death so hard for us human beings? Why can’t we just accept that these things happen and we need to move on? For me, it all boils down to selfishness. I want my loved ones to be here forever. I want to hear them laugh and see them smile every day. But with all things in life, we don’t always get what we want. In short, life is unfair.

I won’t yammer on about how I want my loved ones back so bad I would move mountains to do it. I will make this post short and sweet. Take a look at the people in your life that mean the world to you. Hug them close and tell them how much they mean. Tell them that you love them. Someday, you’ll open your eyes and they won’t be there to chat with you and make your day brighter. As for me, I will eventually heal. I will see that Grandma is no longer suffering and is in a much better place. But it will take time. But even as the memory of her death begins to fade, I won’t forget the impact she made on my life, and the life of my 10 year old son. I will see her again someday, and that is the reason I try to keep smiling.

Goodbye for now Grandma Yvetta Barnhart. Fly away from here and be at peace. You were the light in a world filled with darkness and I hope to be even half the woman that you were. Love Always.

Yvetta Barnhart, gone but never forgotten.

Peace, Love and Pages

C.D. Taylor/Taylor Dawn

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