My maternal grandmother was one with a true pioneer spirit. All that she did in life was done with gusto as well as perseverance. She, along with my grandfather, raised 8 children, built a dairy farm, tended the chickens, baked fresh bread each day and did all the usual chores of a farmer’s wife.
My grandma also buried five of those children and her husband before her own death at the age of 76. Each of those losses tore a little piece of her heart from her and when she finally succumbed to death herself, it was because her heart failed.
There is nothing to compare with the loss of a child – no matter what the age. Only one of those five children lived beyond the age of 30. She died after battling cancer for a number of years. Three of them died in tragic accidents. The last one also suffered…
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