|Grandma reading to Ellie and Cooper. Love this!|
Ellie and I flew to Michigan early Saturday morning and flew home yesterday. We went for my aunt's funeral. It was all quite sudden. The trip to MI was obviously for a very sad occasion, but the time there with my family was perfect.
I love watching my mom love on her grandchildren. I love seeing my nephew play with his cousin. He calls her "my Ellie." It's the sweetest thing ever. I love seeing Ellie reach for my sister when she saw her. I loved introducing Ellie to all of my family that hadn't met her before this trip. I love that my BFF was able to watch my daughter while I attended the funeral, even if I didn't get to see her for more than 15 minutes during this trip.
I hated sitting and listening to someone sum up the life of my aunt if just a few words. How can a person's life be summed up like that? It can't. I hate that her life was not longer. I hate that this woman that I love and have so many memories with, will not get to make those same memories with my daughter. I hate that Ellie will only know her through stories.
I love that my aunt was able to meet Ellie in July and love on her. I hate that I didn't get a picture of that moment. I love that my memory will allow me to remember that day forever.
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