One aspect of my upbringing with Grandparents was the wisdom I absorbed..In her ownn wise way when discussing her Mother my Grandmother told how she would visit the cemetary eavery day saying "putting my baby in the pram after I had completed my housework" she did this for a long time..then at age 42 had her late and last baby my uncle..she left me with the impression that painful as this time was she did come to acceptance..Because she was full of joy amidst her family..she was the centre of our clan.
when I pass the cemetary I think of my Granny being heartbroken and spending so much time there.That hurts me still
In time I also felt that deep sorrrow..and no amount of her preparing me aliviated the hurt..It is devestating to acccept we cannot share days with the people we love.