Abigail Grace Beck and Katherine Beck Maguire

Joel and Kacie's daughter, Abby, was born today at 7:49 AM 7 pounds, 9 ounces, 21 inches long. Boy is she a pretty little girl. Kacie looks rather sore, as one might imagine, but still manages to look like she just climbed Mount Kiliminjaro. Joel looks a bit stunned. But overjoyed.

I've often said that when God closes a door he opens a window. And I am so sorry that the door which is closing is Grammy's. But maybe that just means the door is opening to her being invited into Heaven, so she can be with my grandfather. Which is what she truly wants. I spent much of the morning with Grammy yesterday, kneeling at her bedside and watching her while she slept. Tears streamed down my face as I pictured her lying in front of me after she passed. The one resounding thing was that she would finally be at peace. With the man whom she loved, who loved her more than anything else in the world. Who treated her like royalty, and for whom there was no other woman in the world, save her.

She's lived such a life. I have to figure out a way to download some of the really old pictures from when she was an infant. They are fascinating. Well at least they are to me. I have several things to be grateful for. One - I have a slew of memories at my disposal of growing up with her. Two - I have items in my home that remind me of her every day. Three - I have inherited her eyecolor, which is grey and blue at the same time. Four - I've been privleged to be a part of her life. Five - she was such a wonderful grandmother while I was growing up. I wanted for nothing, and there was really no such thing as the word no.
I have to stop thinking about this. It's starting to look like a eulogy, and I can't think about that at the moment. No crying allowed while at work.