We had a summer to-do list. Some fun things (boating! camping! kayaking! Seattle!) some involving lots of work (new kitchen floor, re-doing the office, finishing the garage soffit, landscaping). We were going to slow down, spend more time together, teach the dogs to walk nicely on a leash and spend lots of time at the lake and on our bikes.
Instead, we spent summer evenings and weekends at the hospital with Nick’s mom. I spent a couple summer work days crying in an empty conference room at work.
It was the hardest, most beautiful summer we could have imagined.
We were supposed to be gearing up for another bone marrow transplant this fall. Mama G was fighting for more summer nights and more memories to be made. She was determined to live every day until she died.
After two months in the hospital we had three weeks at home as a family. Three beautiful, difficult weeks. Three weeks of laughter and stories and memories and dinner on the deck. Three weeks of tears on every late-night drive home.
Just over two weeks ago we said our last good-bye. We celebrated her life and shared her passion for her Savior with hundreds who came to say their own good-byes. We shared stories of how she touched our lives and inspired us. We shared tears and smiles and hugs and how much we miss her already. We thanked God for taking away her pain and promising her a place in Heaven.
This summer didn’t look anything like we wanted it to, but we'll always be thankful for the sweet moments we had together and the precious days spent together as a family.
We’re sure gonna miss you, Mama Bear.