This week is bittersweet. December marks six months in San Francisco for us, and it's Ian's 29th birthday on Wednesday. We have dinner plans at Tosca and are having a much-belated house warming + birthday party at our apartment Saturday night.
But with all of those good things, there's an underlying sadness. On Sunday, my maternal grandmother passed away, under a year after she was diagnosed with colon cancer. She drifted away in her sleep without any pain which is exactly what my grandfather, her husband of 60+ years wanted. She was the type of grandmother everyone should have: sweet, funny, graceful, generous, and genuinely interested in the lives of others. Just this past weekend I was telling Ian's family about the stories she used to tell me to put me to sleep during summers spent in my grandparents' home in Michigan. She and my grandfather held hands whenever they could and dressed up Black Tie for New Year's Eve dinners at home every year.
As much as I wanted to curl up under the covers this week and not face the world, I decided that to celebrate my grandma's life, my husband's birthday, and being healthy and happy was a better idea.
So happy birthday, Ian. I'm lucky to have married someone that I can describe with the same adjectives as my late grandmother: sweet, funny, generous, and genuine. I hope we're dressing up and slow dancing in our living room when we're in our 80s.