Today is my grandmother's birthday. She would have turned 92 years old. I feel compelled to post something in her honor/memory. My grandmother and I became really close in the few months that she was sick and I helped take care of her. It has been difficult for me to comprehend that she is actually gone. I always told her that she would live to be 100 years old. In reply, she would tell me how silly I was and how she didn't think she wanted to live that long. In some way, I felt that she was inevitable and that nothing could touch her. Granny was never sick much and was a pretty healthy person, except for the few aches and pains that she complained about. She only took about 4 medications a day and still drove and lived by herself. I often wonder how her health would have been if she hadn't gone to Wendy's on that day, fell and broke her hip. I have heard more than once, that once an elderly person falls and breaks something, that is pretty much the "end." Boy, how true that is......
She lived in Dyersburg and I have to admit that I didn't go see her as often as I should have. I made excuses of how busy I was and then I would tell myself that "you really need to go see her." I feel a little guilty and I am still trying to tell myself that she knew that I loved her and cared for her dearly. Friends of my grandmother have told me since her death how proud she was of my sister, myself, and her 5 great grandchildren. She would always show them new pictures of the kids and talk about how she loved them.
I am certainly not looking for any pity, I just wanted to post some of my feelings that I have been having the past few months. I guess I am just going through the steps of grieving. I miss my grandmother and her little quirks. I feel peace knowing that she has been reunited with her son (my daddy) in heaven. My mother said not too long ago, "I bet Sidney hasn't had a moment of peace since Granny arrived in heaven." How true this statement is....my grandmother was a talker and would tell you what she was thinking or feeling without even being asked. She certainly didn't hide her thoughts. I love you and miss you, Granny.
3 comments:
What a sweet tribute to "cousin Berenice." She was quite the character. Of course, as I told you in October, I have her to thank for even being here...since she introduced my grandparents.
We all know how much you loved your granny, and I'm sure she did, too. I think a lot about my grandparents, too, and every now and then I feel that they are still here... in one way or another! Maybe not in body, but in spirit...
I always loved hearing your stories about your Granny. She sounded like such a fun person to know. I'm so glad you have such great memories of her. I hope you're able to pass those memories and stories on to your kids. That would be a great way to honor her and keep her memory alive.
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