Roscoe's Great Gram passed away a few days ago and we were fortunate that her illness afforded us time to say our goodbyes in person. Roscoe and I visited her in the hospital one afternoon last week and even though Great Gram wasn't feeling well, she seemed to enjoy having Roscoe for company. He made quick work pulling off her glasses and camping out on her bed.
The final nature of death is intense. Roscoe's just a baby now, but it is sad to think that he'll never get to know the woman who mothered Roscoe's Tippy, and grandmothered his Papa. She most certainly will have an influence on Roscoe indirectly, through them, over the course of his life.
As for the rest of us, we're grateful for the time that we shared with her and the memories that we made together over the years. And we'll be sure to pass on to Roscoe and his cousins all that we can remember so that they'll have an appreciation for who she was and what she meant to all of us.
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