Letting Go...

This past weekend my grandmother in Denmark passed away quite suddenly. She was 92, lived a long life and went in her sleep -- exactly how she wanted. I hadn't seen her in over 20 years, cause it's a pretty expensive trip, but I'll always be grateful to her for teaching me to crochet when I was a little girl.

I remember some great times and some not-so-great times. She was a dynamic woman who folk danced and bicycled everywhere til she was around 88 years old. She was as sharp as a tack until the day she died. She passed a little over a year after my grandfather (who was also in his 90's).

I hope that they are at peace, together again and happy.

Love you, Mormor...