So... my grandma died...

I wasn't sure how to start this post, so might as well throw it right out there and get that shit over and done with.  My Grandma Jean died, and it's terribly, heart-wrenchingly sad because she was one of the sweetest, kindest, weirdest, most interesting, most amazing women in the entire world.   

Here is a (non-comprehensive) list of the things that made my grandma the best:

• The only time my grandma drank was when she ate pizza.  She would always tell me that the two went together.
• My grandma was a belly dancer.  Take a look at that picture and let it sink in for a bit.  Yep, in her younger days she belly-danced.  She told me that she never let my grandpa watch her practice, though, because "it turned him on too much." 
• My grandma had 10 kids.  Apparently, Grandpa got to watch her belly dance every now and again.
• Grandma and Grandpa were married for 61 years.  Try to wrap your head around that.  Sixty-one years is a long time to spend with anyone, and they were just as in love now as they were when they met.  He is broken without her.
• When Grandma and Grandpa eloped, her marriage wasn't recognized by her Catholic church, and her parents were more than upset about it.  So, they stopped making payments on her accordion.  Yes, that's right.  They stopped making payments on her accordion, and she had to quit her polka band.  That's the price she paid for love.
• Grandma and Grandpa didn't have much, but Grandma was a giving soul.  She made stockings, quilts, scarves... you name it, she could make it, and she did.  And she gave them to everyone.  My Christmas stocking is the prettiest, though.  Just so you know.

I'll spare all the details, but just know that Grandma passed in peace, and though I know that she is at rest with our creator, I am selfish and I wish that she was here with us.  I wish that Grandpa could be with his love, that Henry could know his Great-Grandma like I knew mine, and I wish that she was here with me forever. 

I won't spew some bullshit like "God had a plan for her" and that "everything happens for a reason" because that's not why she died.  She died because her heart wasn't great and it couldn't hold out any more.  I will tell you, however, that she is singing with the angels, and dancing like she's never danced before with my Great Grandma Evelyn and happier than she's ever been in the presence of Jesus.