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On Saturday my beloved Grandma died. Though she had been ill since August, her passing is still heartbreaking. We’re never prepared to say goodbye. Regardless of the age of the individual, or the circumstances, death always hurts.

My grandma was an amazing woman. Her birth story is a miracle that I never tire of recounting, and she lived her life with humor, energy, and joy. She was one of the most hard-working, gracious, classy, and polite women I’ve ever known. She always had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

She sewed, she cooked, and she played games with me. It was a little over a decade ago that we were playing poker with her and found ourselves laughing as she asked, “Is it good to have all the same suit on your cards?”

I recall how every summer my family would take vacations, and grandma would always join us. I remember as a little girl I would love accompanying her to the family saw-grinding shop, and I would spend my days watching her greet customers and bustle around carrying saw blades half her size.

She was a key part of our family, and there’s a huge hole now that she’s not here. Words can not possibly describe how much I will miss this beautiful lady.

My grandma passed while ABBA was playing on the radio. ABBA was one of her favourite groups, and I have fond childhood memories of dancing to their music in my grandma’s living room.

I felt nostalgic and dug up Chiquitita to listen to. The lyrics were perfect….

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving
You’ll be dancing once again, and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita

My heart hurts with love and loss. Je t’aime grand-maman.

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I recently told my newsletter subscribers that I would be launching a parenting series starting today. I feel, given the circumstances, I won’t be able to give it the attention I would like. Therefore, I will defer the launch of the series to next week. Right now I need time to pause, heal, reflect, and celebrate the beautiful life of this extraordinary woman.

Thank you and blessings to you.



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Jennifer Bly
Author of My Kitchen, My Classroom: An Introduction to Homeschool and creator of The Deliberate Mom. Jennifer writes about parenting, homeschooling, her faith, and life with her husband and two girls. Jennifer has a Bachelor of Applied Human Service Administration Degree with a specialization in Early Learning in Child Care.



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