Today I met my maternal grandma, Dorothy, for the first time. She died in 1970, six years before I was born, and for some reason I never thought about visiting her until recently.
The meeting turned out to be more emotional than I thought it would be. I found myself starting to tear up while I was waiting to find out were she was located. And once I found her, the tears started flowing. I told her that she raised two wonderful daughters and that she would be very proud of them. I told her that I was sad that we did not have a chance to meet and be a part of each other’s lives. She told me that she was very proud of me and looked forward to seeing what I accomplish in the future.
I am going back tomorrow to leave some flowers for there is a vase on her marker.