A couple of months ago I was in a piece about the connection we have to our past mothers and grandmothers and how there are metaphorical and literal threads that link us to our history. Two great-grandmothers of my little family's "threads" have now passed beyond this life to join their mothers and grandmothers, and they are missed.
On May 29th, 2007, my Grandma Cook (my mom's mom) past away. She was 89 years of age.
On July 1st, 2007, Jason's Grandma Mac (McLeod) (also his mom's mom) past away. She was 92 years of age.
I feel very blessed that I was able to travel to Utah to be a part of my Grandma's funeral and memorial and that Jason has the same opportunity. He will be leaving for Canada tomorrow. The ties that I have to my past are strong and give me a sense of direction. We are a part of and even created by our past and I have deep gratitude for their lives and the life that they gave to our mothers.
Both of our grandmothers were exceptional seamstresses. I received many beautiful blankets and clothing from my dear Grandma growing up. She made Jason and I a very special quilt for our wedding with a darling heart on it. She told me that it was there because of her love for us. Jason's Grandma made fabulous sweaters and knitted clothing for the brothers growing up. We have a sweater that she made for Jason as a toddler that Soren has been wearing (he has just grown out of it). It was so precious on him.
Our little boy, Soren, brings these two women together being tied to both through genealogy. I'm grateful that he has the McLeod name as a middle name just like his dad. I want him to know about their pasts, their struggles, and their love.
Both of our grandmas lost their husband early in their marriages and despite heartache and tremendous opposition raised their children and gave all that they had for them. I want to honor their lives and give all that I have for my family. I want to be strong during opposition and hold strong to my faith as they did. I love them and feel sadness because of their passing yet I have a sense of peace in knowing that they are at rest in heaven. I imagine my Grandma Cook welcoming Grandma Mac to her new home.