This post is way overdo, but life has not lended itself to much time to catch up here, so I'm going to give it my best shot! ;)
November 4, I studied every line, every wrinkle, everything about my beautiful grandmother. I kissed her head and brushed her hair. I was able to feed her some and give her a drink and even managed in conversation to get her to make a face at me...she is, afterall, who some would say, is one of the biggest contributors to my occasional feistiness. I knew when I left there, that was the last time she and I would talk. And the next day, November 5, 2018, my grandmother, Mary Alice finished her life on earth and went on to start a new one in heaven. She was, by far, one of the strongest women I know. Early in my life, she was still working, finding her place as a widow and recovering from raising 5 kids...ha! I can only imagine what a job that must've been. As the great grandchildren began to arrive (all 20 something of them now...) she got softer and softer. I began to see a side of her I will always admire. She LOVED every single one of those children so much. You could just see the happiness when they were around. In the last couple years, her health has been declining, but when it was announced she would have another great grandbaby this past May, she was determined to meet to him! And she did. She was a wonderful cook, loved when the family got together, and loved to shop. She loved giving gifts (even if she found a pile of things you didn't need at Goodwill, she was always so happy to give them to you!) She lives on in soooo many and it is an honor to be a part of her family. She was so proud of me, and never really missed an opportunity to tell me that. She was proud of my children, proud I was a nurse, and just plain proud I was me. She loved my husband just like he was her own grandson, and I will always appreciate how good he was to her. She took to the time to be at every thing my kids did, if there was any possible way. Every birthday, every recital, everything she was able. My children were so sweet and gentle with her as she declined and it was beautiful. We are so blessed to have shared so many years with this beautiful soul. One quote always comes to mind when I think of her..."strong women. May we know them, may we be them, may we raise them." She has forged the way for so many strong women and I will forever be grateful for the the things she taught me, showed me and for her love. I will love you forever, Grandma. Thank you for loving me.
November 4, I studied every line, every wrinkle, everything about my beautiful grandmother. I kissed her head and brushed her hair. I was able to feed her some and give her a drink and even managed in conversation to get her to make a face at me...she is, afterall, who some would say, is one of the biggest contributors to my occasional feistiness. I knew when I left there, that was the last time she and I would talk. And the next day, November 5, 2018, my grandmother, Mary Alice finished her life on earth and went on to start a new one in heaven. She was, by far, one of the strongest women I know. Early in my life, she was still working, finding her place as a widow and recovering from raising 5 kids...ha! I can only imagine what a job that must've been. As the great grandchildren began to arrive (all 20 something of them now...) she got softer and softer. I began to see a side of her I will always admire. She LOVED every single one of those children so much. You could just see the happiness when they were around. In the last couple years, her health has been declining, but when it was announced she would have another great grandbaby this past May, she was determined to meet to him! And she did. She was a wonderful cook, loved when the family got together, and loved to shop. She loved giving gifts (even if she found a pile of things you didn't need at Goodwill, she was always so happy to give them to you!) She lives on in soooo many and it is an honor to be a part of her family. She was so proud of me, and never really missed an opportunity to tell me that. She was proud of my children, proud I was a nurse, and just plain proud I was me. She loved my husband just like he was her own grandson, and I will always appreciate how good he was to her. She took to the time to be at every thing my kids did, if there was any possible way. Every birthday, every recital, everything she was able. My children were so sweet and gentle with her as she declined and it was beautiful. We are so blessed to have shared so many years with this beautiful soul. One quote always comes to mind when I think of her..."strong women. May we know them, may we be them, may we raise them." She has forged the way for so many strong women and I will forever be grateful for the the things she taught me, showed me and for her love. I will love you forever, Grandma. Thank you for loving me.
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