I named her Marshu. I was the first grandchild on my dadâs side of the family and my Aunt Marthaâs first niece, so as you can imagine, I got a lot of attention. The name Martha was just a little too difficult for a young me to pronounce: Marshu is what I named her. This nickname stuck for both our family and many of her friends over the years. As her health deteriorated over the last two weeks, my parents started retelling a story from when I was born and Marshu met me for the first time. She held me and said âWeâve been waiting for you!â She loved me, she loved Emily, she loved her kids, she loved so many people. And we loved her. Grief is messy. Messy, complicated, frustrating, painful. Iâm thankful Marshu isnât in pain anymore but I miss her. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1EcBfCjVOx/?igshid=1oq3bpzoc3eo4