My dear, sweet, 96-year-old grandmother, Virginia Richmond McDowell, passed away this afternoon. The past two weeks have been a bit of a struggle for her as her body slowly started shutting down, despite how strong and healthy she really was for her age. I regret not being able to see her very recently before we went to Alaska but my sweet mom and all of her siblings and some of my cousins were able to be there to talk to her and take care of her. She was such a strong, intelligent, and exemplary woman who, alongside her husband, raised 7 wonderful children who went on to raise their own children with the same unconditional love that she had and I feel so lucky to have been a recipient of that.
(above: me with her on our wedding day, 95 years old. below: Us with her at her 95th birthday bash. Isn't she beautiful? I hope I'm as cute and alert and engaging as she was when I am that age)
But, she has been apart from my grandpa for quite some time now so I know they are having a glorious reunion now and I couldn't be happier for her in that regard. She has left nothing but wonderful memories behind and I know she has served her mission here on earth in the best possible way.
This past Christmas break I got to spend a couple days all by myself with her while Devin went down to Provo to work. I knitted next to her while she did crossword puzzles and told me stories about her and "Mac" which is what she called my grandpa :) She told me a funny story about their early days when they had first met, which I recorded on my cell phone. You can access the audio clip by clicking on the title of this post.