I have one grandparent who’s still alive. She’s currently in a nursing home recovering from an infection. I’ve always loved my maternal grandmother, and I affectionately began calling her “Granny” when I was in middle school, just like my friend Crystal called her grandmother. For Christmas, my Granny gave me this beautiful bracelet with a heart charm. On the inside reads the inscription, “Granddaughter, you will always be in my heart”. I thought this was the sweetest thing. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun to realize that I should appreciate all of my loved ones, especially my grandparents and parents, while they are here with us, and I should let them know how I feel about them.
My great-grandmother (Granny’s mom) used to always say, “Give me my flowers while I’m living; don’t wait til I’m dead”. So I told my mom I wanted to buy some flowers for my Granny while she was going through her physical therapy. My mom and I chipped in and bought some roses and an angel figurine (which sits on her nightstand). She LOVED them, and she even sent me a “Thank you” note. I’m so happy that I was able to let my Granny know how I felt about her while she’s here, and that she was able to see her flowers.
My paternal grandmother passed on May 5, 2010. She had been sick for awhile, but I thought she was getting better. I was devastated when one of my cousins called and told me she passed. I took her death much harder than I thought I would. This was the woman who I spent every summer with and every other holiday while I was growing up. She cooked me breakfast every morning, with the exception of the last Christmas I spent with her; she was too weak. I spent my summers shelling peas for her fruit and vegetable stand, and she always gave me a few dollars. Every once in awhile, it hits me that she’s gone; sometimes I feel like it just happened. It feels weird going back to her house and knowing she’s not there. But I know she’s enjoying her time in heaven.
I don’t mean to shun my grandfathers. 🙂 My paternal grandfather passed away the year before Southern parents got married, and my maternal grandfather passed the summer after I graduated from high school. (I can’t believe he’s been gone almost 12 years…) And after my graduation, he gave my mom $100 and told her to use it towards my college tuition. I will always love and appreciate him for that; when I think about it, it still brings a smile to my face.
I wanted to write this post to let my grandmothers know how I felt about them, even though one has already moved on. I am in awe of their strength, determination, and perseverance. I hope I make them proud and that I grow up to touch as many lives as they have touched in such a positive way. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.