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I loved my grandma. I didn't grow up near her but half the country away, but growing up middle class more often than not our family "vacation" was for my parents to drop my brothers and I off at her house for a month or so while they went for seasonal work to get a little ahead rather than us go some resort or Disneyland or something. And she always spoiled and made sure we had fun even though she lived in a nothing town and didn't have a ton of extra money herself. Some of my best childhood memories are from her house. Even if they were simple...things like ordering us chain pizza and letting us pick a movie, or taking us to the creek and letting us get into trouble that my parents wouldn't have. Nothing fancy but things young boys had fun with.

As an adult I would only get to see her every couple years when I went home to visit family. But I always cherished the memories of her doing little extras to go out of her way so that me and my brothers had a fun summer "vacation" even if in reality it was summer babysitting for my parents.

Three weeks ago, for no reason, something told me to send her flowers. I don't know what or why, but I did. She got them and loved them. I spoke to her regularly on holidays and occasions, but not often enough. But she called me to thank me for the flowers, and we spoke for probably a couple hours about happy memories, and many things. A conversation we would have had ordinarily, but probably not usually until 4th of July or such a couple months later.

A week later she got sick. Normal disease for most but she was in her 90s---and it was too much. A week ago went south and she went in and out of sleep but was never really there again. She died today.

I am of course sad, as is my family. We take spirit though that she lived well into her 90s, a full a beautiful life, loved by many. At her age we knew the sand was running out. And she was a God fearing woman, and went home to the Lord today.

But I dwell on that though I loved my grandma, and was in touch with her, etc, if I had not listened to that voice few weeks ago, that told me to send her flowers for no reason, she would not have called me, and I would not have had one last wonderful conversation with her. I would not have had a chance to say goodbye (even if I didn't know that was what it was at the time).

I love you, Grammy.

Trust, your instincts. Trust the Lord.

I loved my grandma. I didn't grow up near her but half the country away, but growing up middle class more often than not our family "vacation" was for my parents to drop my brothers and I off at her house for a month or so while they went for seasonal work to get a little ahead rather than us go some resort or Disneyland or something. And she always spoiled and made sure we had fun even though she lived in a nothing town and didn't have a ton of extra money herself. Some of my best childhood memories are from her house. Even if they were simple...things like ordering us chain pizza and letting us pick a movie, or taking us to the creek and letting us get into trouble that my parents wouldn't have. Nothing fancy but things young boys had fun with. As an adult I would only get to see her every couple years when I went home to visit family. But I always cherished the memories of her doing little extras to go out of her way so that me and my brothers had a fun summer "vacation" even if in reality it was summer babysitting for my parents. Three weeks ago, for no reason, something told me to send her flowers. I don't know what or why, but I did. She got them and loved them. I spoke to her regularly on holidays and occasions, but not often enough. But she called me to thank me for the flowers, and we spoke for probably a couple hours about happy memories, and many things. A conversation we would have had ordinarily, but probably not usually until 4th of July or such a couple months later. A week later she got sick. Normal disease for most but she was in her 90s---and it was too much. A week ago went south and she went in and out of sleep but was never really there again. She died today. I am of course sad, as is my family. We take spirit though that she lived well into her 90s, a full a beautiful life, loved by many. At her age we knew the sand was running out. And she was a God fearing woman, and went home to the Lord today. But I dwell on that though I loved my grandma, and was in touch with her, etc, if I had not listened to that voice few weeks ago, that told me to send her flowers for no reason, she would not have called me, and I would not have had one last wonderful conversation with her. I would not have had a chance to say goodbye (even if I didn't know that was what it was at the time). I love you, Grammy. Trust, your instincts. Trust the Lord.

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[–] • 6 pts

Sorry for you loss, brother. Your post shows she was an awesome person.

May she rest in peace in heaven!

[–] • 4 pts

I'm sorry for your loss, I am very happy for your memories. Hold onto them!!

[–] • 3 pts

Condolences

[–] • 2 pts

Sorry for your loss, At least you have that memory with you and all of the ones before it. No one is ever gone as long as there is someone to remember them. She sounds like a wonderful person.

[–] • 1 pt

My condolences. You'll treasure the memory of that last conversation as you age. I know I do, in my life.

[–] • 0 pt

My grandmother asked to talk to me on the phone a week before she died but I was headed out the door on the way to class. I always wish I took that phone call. I loved my grandma too. Sorry about yours.

[–] • 0 pt

Not all but most grandmothers I found are the best in the family. My Nana died like 15 yrs ago. Now my parents are dead, all grandparents and she was the only one I cried for when she died since she protected me when I was young from drunk parents.

Now I know I wouldn't be as good now if she never was in my life, might have been homeless or jumping from woman to woman on a weekly basis with NO standards at all on them.

You remember what she taught you and how you felt since that is a priceless memories no one can compete with. GOD will protect her now and she's probably watching you even now. I wake up at 4:30 in the morning with nothing to do. That is my Nana reminding me to be in the world since she woke up at that time even in her 80's she was up before the sun even thought about showing a ray of light in the morning. I remember her working at work then coming home "they lived next door" and taking care of the house after work, she set a great example to everyone though not everyone followed it.

Remember the smile she gave you when you were little, remember her laughing, remember the words she shared when she told you about the old days when she was young, on her wisdom she shared on being prepared, being clean, looking like a decent person and acting that way.

Those memories will get you through this, they'll also make you cry tears of sadness and joy since if it wasn't a great memory it wouldn't hurt so badly and it's all part of healing. Just ask GOD to care for her as a witness to her doing good in this world.

[–] • 0 pt

Amen. Deepest condolences for you and your family, JC.

[–] • 0 pt

…more often than not our family "vacation" was for my parents to drop my brothers and I off at her house for a month or so while they went for seasonal work to get a little ahead rather than us go some resort or Disneyland or something.

Your White privilege is really showing here.

I’m glad you had a chance to talk to your grandmother. May she rest in peace.

[–] • 0 pt

RIP. Remember the good times

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