In the event of waiting for our baby girl to make her debut, this beautiful woman passed away.
Lois Corn, my paternal grandmother died on June 30th.
It had been a very rough year health wise for her and was steadily declining since April.
She had a quiet calm passing, and we all knew it was coming.
Her passing was really a series of events that kept me in close contact with my family for a couple of weeks. Being 38 weeks pregnant it was not a good idea to be traveling anywhere, so I sadly missed seeing her one more time and the funeral.
I am so grateful I was able to be with her in April and again over Memorial Day this year.
Technology was a huge blessing during this time as I was able to facetime a cousin to watch her funeral service. My family did a beautiful job in carrying out the program.
Growing up, whenever I was asked the question "Who Is Your Hero?" Grandma Corn's name quickly came to mind.
My memories of spending time with her overflow
with feelings of being content, happy, special, and very loved.
I remember always convincing her to buy me some cowboy boots to wear to the rodeo in the summer time, raiding her candy drawer when I visited her home, riding in the harvest trucks and listening to her sing beautiful fun songs, and the truly magical Christmas Eve night she created with her turkey dinner and Christmas tree full of brightly wrapped presents.
She taught me to always look for the good in situations, others and
myself and to find joy in living the every day life.
Since leaving home, I mostly saw my grandmother only when visiting my parents. Occasionally I would call her, but not frequently. Strangely though, knowing I cannot call her and won't see her next time I drive through Ontario has made my heart hurt. I miss her a lot.
I do know I will see her again someday.
I also know she is happy and enjoying being with those who she dearly missed.
Like my brother Kevin said in his talk at the funeral, "If we were all a little more like my Grandma Corn, this world would be a better place."
It is the truth. Until we meet again Grandma. I love you.


























