While I was pregnant, and still to this day, I often read about "how to handle your mother-in-law's comments" in pregnancy and baby magazines. It oftentimes makes me cry and I always tear up. A year ago today, Mr. Cobra's mom passed away from a sudden, massive stroke. It was 11 days before we got married, and a little over a month before we found out she was going to be a grandma again. I had known her for 13 years and she was definitely a second mother to me. She would've been so excited for us. I often look at her picture, sitting on the gate-leg table we inherited, and imagine her calling to ask how Dexter is. I try to imagine what she might say if she were still here. She would've already started getting the Santa Clauses out I'm sure. She loved Christmas like no one else I've ever met. It hurts me to no end that Dex will never get to meet her. It makes me wonder why we waited so long to get married and start a family. We waited too long to get to share it with her, even though it was the right time for us. Dex will know who she was through the stories we will tell him about her. He will be able to point to her picture and say "That's my Grandma".
