Florence Knoll, 1917-2012

I am super tired following a trip to the East coast last weekend and am trying to get as much sleep as I can before I head back again. This time, it's for my grandma's funeral and, as much as I'm looking forward to seeing family, it's going to be sad and hard. I also hope it will be a joyful occasion: my grandma lived to be 94 years old and had only really been sick for the last few months of her life. She had all of her mental facilities and was visited by tons of family and friends in the days before she died. I think, all in all, it isn't a bad way to go. I was grateful that I was already on the East coast and took the train down from New York City to Philadelphia to see her. We spent several hours talking and remembering the things we had done together. It was very special and I'm so grateful that we had that time together. Miss you, grandma.