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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