Liam had a lot of new accomplishments this week, including learning to get up on his own without anything to hold onto, climbing a full flight of stairs (both at our house and Rowley), swimming in the big pool, and eating a hunk o' meat.
For all the good though, there sometimes has to be some sad, and this weekend he lost one of his great-grams. Great-Grandma Rose (Mom's Mom's Mom) passed away on Saturday night. She'd been sick for a while, but it didn't seem like anything was imminent until just a few days ago. She just went downhill quickly, which was probably for the best. I have so many memories of her, but my fondest Liam one is that she would "talk" to him between visits, and whenever we would go see her, she would question him about why it took him so long to come when she'd been asking him and asking him to make the visit. I was thinking today that what I remember most about her are the smells: the powder & lavender? lilac? scent that she wore, yummy doughnuts cooking on the stove top, catnip from her garden, musty books that she would read, pickles at lunchtime. Its a relief that she's not having to deal with pain and discomfort anymore, but we'll miss her lots.
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