When GiGi passed away, we rushed to Ocean City to be with the family. Although, a sad time (understatement) we all gave it our best shot to keep things normal for the kids. That first weekend, we were all together;talking, crying, drinking, and watching the kids. May sound strange, but each time I took a minute to absorb the situation, I couldn't help but think Grandmom would have loved to see us together like that. That weekend, as she watched us, she saw her great grandchildren, grandchildren, and children, bond together to console and love one another just as she had taught them. The family she nurtured and molded couldn't have been more devastated, yet somehow, unified and supportive.
In the end, I know she was smiling on us...that was my little bit of happiness.
PS: GiGi loved to take pictures. I thought I would continue to have my camera around.
