Goodbye Dorathy

So how to say goodbye, it's not something life teaches us but life is full of goodbyes. These past few days have been hard for my boys and harder than I care to admit on me. My children lost a grandmother but so much more than that. They lost some comfort and stability in their lives as well. No matter what Dorathy's home was the same. For me she was a family, and friend, and at times drove me crazy, could never understand certain things, like the fact that voice mail was not an answering machine and no matter how many times you said pick up it wasn't going to happen. She told it like it was and at times hurt my feelings, she was one of the first people who knew that i was getting getting divorced which is funny because she is my ex husbands family not mine but her concern was for my children and always has been. I can't tell you how many holidays spent at her place, gathered as she watched all the kids big and little open gifts, how many meals were consumed around her dinner table, how many tears were shed in her arms for losses big and little in her home. I am very lucky though I am honored to be one of the few people ever to cook in her kitchen, I think she liked my deviled eggs most of all at least they were the most requested. The early morning yard sales, the bunco games, the simple stopping by to talk and then leaving 4 hours later because you couldn't just say hi. The years of pancake breakfast and parades, the pot roast everyone ate because no one had the heart not to, the BBQ everyone loved to eat will all be missed but nothing will be missed as much as walking in the door and seeing her sitting in her chair. Goodbye I will miss you.