This week we said goodbye to Tugs sweet grandma.
The first time I met Viola was at his family dinner. I remember the first impression I got of her was how petite and little she was. She didn't hesitate to give me hug and held me close and told me how happy she was to have us there.
When Tug told me he had family dinners every week, I kind of thought that was excessive.
But now, after getting to know all of them, it feels off if we miss a week.
I have grown to love this family like my own,
the void the Viola has left will never really feel the same again.
Its been hard to see Tug and his family in so much pain, and to really feel their heartache.
It brings me back to losing my dad.
After her death, as Tugs family gathered at the house,
I was looking through some of the poems, and letters that Viola has written throughout her life.
I was amazed at how many that she had written to her children, and her grandchildren,
I loved how each of them were so personal to them.
This is one of the poems I found and it felt so familiar I wanted to share. Viola wrote it for a friend of hers, I had to cut it down a little, and changed the word neighbor to grandma..
I can only imagine the love she put into each line. I know Tug will treasure these forever. I don't think Viola knew what a legacy she would leave behind.
She was one of the most humble people I have ever known, and I have never seen so much love in a relationship and in a family. I will never forget her.
