It’s funny isn’t it? How we’re constantly on our phones waiting for a txt or a notification from something, but when that one, certain person calls, seemingly out of the blue and you just know something is wrong. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach as you press the answer button. Codie called me late Saturday night telling me her mother, Trinity, was in hospital in a bad way and we should bring the girls up to Saint Greer as soon as possible. But being so late at night and the girls being in bed, I said we would leave first thing in the morning.
But it happened again the next morning as Evie and Aubree were having their bottles that same feeling came over me. Codie was calling once again and I knew, I just knew it was bad news. Trinity had passed on during the night. I felt so bad that we didn’t have only a few more hours to go down there and see her one last time, to tell her how much she meant to us, even me, someone who’d been a part of the family for only a few short years, her wit and sharp tongue had us all in stitches, we wouldn’t change her in anyway. She will be missed.
Because we missed out, I’ve included a picture of the girls shortly after Evie’s first birthday when we last saw her in person.
Rest In Peace Trinity. Grandmother and Great Grandmother to little and big souls alike, who will miss you dearly.
