Thursday, 30 September 2010 -- Day 284 (297)

Grandma Ruth passed away last night.  She was 98 years, 8 months, and 10 days.  Why is it we always count the weeks and months and days at the end and beginning of a person's life?  When my daughters were babies, I would tell people that they were eight weeks or eight months or 18 months.  Then when they got older they were never just eight years old, they were eight-and-a-half.  We find it so important to record the passage of time.  Even w/ this blog I keep track of how many days I've been writing, and how many days since Mom passed away.  It's like we expect some amazing, miraculous event to occur after we've marked enough time.  And I guess we receive if it......if we believe.  I'd like to believe that Mom's on the Welcoming Committee in Heaven's Esprit de Corps, and that she's showing Grandma Ruth the ropes and getting her acclimated to an eternal life that's full of peace and free of pain.