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Letting Go

What if you can't let go? How do you let go, even when you want to because it's necessary?

As a little girl of eight,my grandmother died in a car accident. She had just dropped me and my sister off at home, after Sunday School.

They didn't even see the truck coming that slammed into the side of the car, snapping my precious Grandma's neck and killing her instantly.

Cruel death, that takes a loved one without permission.

Less than a year later, my Grandfather took a shower and sat down to watch the nightly news. He died, holding my Grandma's picture in his arms. The doctors say he died of a broken heart. Literally.

Letting go is hard to do. Sometimes, you never let go. Sometimes, it's a slow slipping away. Sometimes, it never happens.

I had planned to write a nice piece on letting go, but as I sat down to write, I realized I couldn't. I haven't let go.

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  1. I'm sorry you lost your grandparents when you were so young.

  2. Wow, I don't know how I'd let that go either. What a great love the two of them had.

  3. Heartbreaking story. Letting go can be so hard, sometimes impossible. *hugs*

  4. Bless your heart! I lost my own beloved grandmother exactly one year ago on 10/20. Letting her go is somewhere far in the future. And I am sending you lots of hugs! *sniffles*

  5. You're right. Sometimes you can't let go, just like your grandfather didn't let go when your grandmother died. Thanks for sharing your story. Your honesty is touching.

  6. I'm sorry you lost your grandparents, and it's heartbreaking to read about your grandfather holding your grandmother's picture. I fear this when my in laws pass - because we suspect she'll be the first to go and he'll go soon after. Thanks for sharing. :(

  7. Beautiful post. When I lost my grandma I was so devastated, and still keep some of the items she gave me close by. I truly believe in the broken heart. Thanks for sharing, sad but happy memories mingle.

  8. I am sorry! This is sad and so heart aching~ I do believe people dye of a broken heart. I saw this happen to a neighbor. An elderly cute couple always kind and gracious~ She died and he went not long after~
    Treasure the fond memories of you and they do live on in you! <3 (((hugs)))

  9. Wow, what an amazing story. I'm so sorry for your losses. :(

    Thank you for being a part of the bloghop - and sorry I was late getting here!

  10. A very touching post. It can be impossible to truly let go of a beloved family member. Thanks for sharing your story.


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