I don't mean for this to be a sad post, but my dear 88-year-old grandmother, Helen Grace Hartley, has passed away. Due to her declining health, we knew it was coming, but there's never enough time to prepare for the loss of a loved one. I'm grateful to have shared a few special moments with her in recent months. And as the youngest grandchild, her presence at my wedding meant the world to me.
But more than anything, my heart overflows, knowing she has finally reunited with my grandfather, who passed 6 years prior. They were madly in love, married for 62 years, had 3 daughters, 7 grandchildren, and 18 great grandchildren. This is my favorite photo of them from 1946, when she was pregnant with my mom's oldest sister. Don't you love her saddle shoes, fur coat and Brownie camera? They were quite the stylin' couple.
Grandma and Grandpa, you lived beautiful and inspiring lives. May you rest in peace, together at last.
