A few days before James and Connor were to leave for Denver, I found out that my Grandmother Leithead died. She dyed the way she wanted, at home, in her own bed. She went to sleep and never woke up. She would have been 93 in December.
We had the great blessing of living near my grandparents my whole life. When we were little, in the summer, grandma would take us one at a time to her house. We would spend the night and get to go to the store and pick out our own cereal. That's probably one of my favorite memories of her.
I had always planned to attend the funeral and she made it possible for all the cousins to come. We all flew in a various time for the funeral. Alot of us stayed at my brother, Michael's house. It was a great party. We stayed up till the early hours of the mornings talking and playing games. It was great to see family that I hadn't seen in years and get reacquainted.
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