Something happened the other day to my family that really didn’t effect you – my readers. You may have gotten my out-of-office on e-mail or seen that I was slower to end contests.
My grandmother, Mama, passed away at 81 from a stroke. She was a HUGE part of my family. She lived with my folks. And they live 5 minutes away from me. She took care of my oldest from when he was 3 months old until 19 months, while I worked full time. She was like a second mom to him those days. Funny enough, she also watched me when I was younger, when my sister was in school and my mom worked.
I talked to her the morning she passed away. She was cooking in the kitchen – as always. She told me how she knew Keegan, my oldest, would be a singer or dancer and make LOTS of money. And we talked about family gossip, my upcoming garage sale, how happy she was that she lost some weight. It was a normal Sunday morning. The boys played in the backyard, my sister and her family came over, my mom came home from work. We all saw and talked to Mama. Then she went out to garden.
From there the story is confusing, for me. My sister and her family started packing to leave. My husband and my other son were putting away the backyard toys. My oldest was with my mom. I was watching TV. Then my mom comes running into the house to dial 911. Somehow my oldest, my singer/dancer, Keegan found Mama passed out in the garden. Ambulances and firetrucks came, she was sent to the hospital, she underwent surgery to reduce the swelling caused by the stroke, but in the end there was nothing they could do but keep her body alive on machines. Mama was no longer there.
So mid-week the decision was to take her off the ventilation system and her family stood with her and talked to her those final moments. We celebrated her life and memory just 6 days later. It seemed like forever, yet too quick at the same time.
Everyone had a different bond with her, of course. Her husband, my Papa, will miss her tremendously after 60 years of marriage. For me, our bond was over baking, sewing and the boys. She taught me the basic patterns for knitting, sewing and crocheting, although I never had her skill. My sister and her were more the “family news’ people and cooking. And I am pretty sure my husband is going to miss all the times she lovingly hit him – she just couldn’t resist as he always did something that was to rile her up in good fun. But one thing remains the same with all of her friends and family – she was loved.
All of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will have different memories and together we will have fabulous stories to help keep her memory alive. I’ll miss her tremendously these next few months and I’ll remember her forever.
I love you, Mama!