My Grandma left for heaven last week. She was an amazing human being. She was a young widow and a single mom to four amazing children. She was a role model to all women.We miss her.
She found out she was sick the month before she died. That was a kindness, in a way, but it didn't leave much time to say goodbye.
We managed to make it to Evanston to visit one more time.
She was weak but she wanted to get down on the floor and play with the Russian nesting dolls with the kids. So that is exactly what she did.
She mourned the fact that she couldn't make us lunch. Just a couple months ago, she said, she would have been able to make us a pie. But we didn't want a pie. We just wanted her.
She watched the kids play in the yard, bemoaned the fact that we were eating lunch from Arby's, and told us stories about when she was a girl.
For as long as I can remember, every time we would leave her house, she would say, "Would you like a brisket of beef? Would you like an egg sandwich?" There is a story there that I forget. But this time we left without offer of either. She did, however, insist on standing for a picture. She refused to have us gather around her like she was some sort of invalid.
She hugged the girls one last time.
Two weeks later she was no longer sick. We joined with family to say goodbye.
Jane comforted cousin Lucy.
Emily comforted Jane.
And we all missed her and admired a life well lived and a woman well loved.
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