In this world of social media and text messages, Sandy Nelson was a rare and beautiful soul. Sandy (my Gran), was the type of person who genuinely loved to socialize and meet people. She had a heart for making sure others felt known, and knew how to create a community among those around her.
Last summer, we learned Gran had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Gran stayed true to her spirit and began planning ways to cherish the days she affectionately referred to as, "borrowed time." We often met the requests for road trips and lunch dates with exaggerated eye rolls and satiric sighs, but she always responded to our playful jests with her own. Gran was adamant not to leave this world until she made memories for us to cherish once her borrowed time had passed.
Recently, Gran had been struggling with not feeling well and was not quite keeping up her usual pace. On March 7th we took her to the dentist, and on her way home she had unfortunate fall. She was taken to the hospital where we held out hope for recovery. Unfortunately, over the next four weeks Gran and our family struggled to accept what felt like a never ending barrage of bad news.
On Thursday, March 31st, Gran reached a point where her lungs were no longer able to provide her body with the oxygen she needed. She affably accepted her time on this earth was coming to an end. The time at the hospital was difficult for everyone. Yet, now that we have reached the end, it is the moments of peace we shared with her which shine brightly over it all.
In her final days, Gran had many unexpected moments of physical strength and mental clarity. As always, she embraced each borrowed moment. She took the time to share words of wisdom, concede to April Fool's antics, and even enjoyed a few last rounds of spider solitaire. Gran was moved from the hospital to a hospice home, where a kind and gracious staff worked to keep her and our family as comfortable as possible.
When my mom called to tell me Gran had passed, I think we both were hoping the other would know what to say. Even when you have spent a week preparing to lose a loved one, there still is no way to prepare to lose a loved one. Even when trying to focus on the moments of joy and peace, it is difficult to shake the doubts, questions, and confusion that acompany loss. Our faith reminds us that our loss is Heaven's gain. The comfort of knowing Gran is home with the Father sheds a light on each tear; giving us glimmers of hope and happiness as we reflect on our time together.
In lieu of flowers, our family is accepting contributions to help off-set the cost of a headstone for Gran. We want to celebrate her life in a way which exemplifies who she was to her family and friends, and appreciate all your support as we go through this time. Contribute to "In Memory of Sandy Nelson"
April 4, 2016
January 26, 2015
10 Symptoms of PMS Even Disney Princesses Experience
Some days all a Princess needs is a chocolate milk & some midol.
1. Tiredness

They used to be cute chirping birds. This week, they are flying spawns of Satan.
2. Food Cravings
Must have ALL the carbs!
3. Clumsiness
Feeling like the entire Hun Army is attacking your lady parts, can make performing basic tasks seem impossible.
4. Social withdrawal
Thank God for Netflix.
5. Crying spells
NEVER ask why.
6. Change in Sex Drive
During this hormonal hijacking, even that weird hunchback guy can start to look sexy.
7. Poor Self Image
Some gals find it easiest to just nap through this stage.
8. Anxiety
While it seemed okay before; now all of the those dudes following you around feels reaaaaal creepy.
9. Irritability
Patience is often the first to go. Everything is now annoying. It's even worse when your teapot won't stop singing.
10. Depression
Sometimes this gloomy mood gets so rough; not even a sexy shirtless man in a loin cloth can bring you out of it.
January 19, 2015
ASS- ertive.
I require enjoy a warm cup of coffee in the mornings.
About once a week, I stop at a drive-thru coffee hut near my apartment. Occasionally at this coffee hut, the magnet strip on my bank card doesn't work. I always give the cashier a heads up, so they punch the numbers in instead. It's typically a safe enough interaction to have before my morning caffeine fix.
"Typically," being the operative word in that sentence...
About once a week, I stop at a drive-thru coffee hut near my apartment. Occasionally at this coffee hut, the magnet strip on my bank card doesn't work. I always give the cashier a heads up, so they punch the numbers in instead. It's typically a safe enough interaction to have before my morning caffeine fix.
"Typically," being the operative word in that sentence...










