My Name is Doyle Doherty...

This last month has been really hard. REALLY HARD. My Grandma Doherty passed away on April 22nd. My mom, Aunt Rosie, and I were with her when she passed. It was a very sacred and spiritual experience, but it was also heart breaking. My Grandma is gone. I knew since the beginning of January that this day was going to come sooner rather than later. She just declined so fast. I feel like I didn't get to say goodbye to MY Grandma. The last couple of weeks of her life she barely communicated or even stayed awake long enough to get her attention. I'm grateful the time that I did have with her early this year when we could talk and laugh. When we could tell each other how much we loved each other. I think part of the reason that losing her is so hard, is that we have lost our last connection to Grandpa. It's almost like losing both of them at the same time. I miss him more desperately now than I have in years.

Until I was 11 years old I lived just down the street from her. I literally saw her everyday of my life until we moved to Carnation. When my Grandpa died just a few months after we moved, I became her traveling companion. Some of the best memories I have of her is in Hawaii. I really believe that is her heaven. Whenever I think of her now, I picture her there, on the beach.