Granny

One would say 98 years is a good long life. Even knowing the passing was coming, wasn't going to make it any easier on the family members. My great grandmother, the last of my great grandparents, and also known as "Granny" went on to Jesus today. I wont say all those things that people say when one they love passes. She had a long life and was ready to die, she reminded us quite frequently. I never saw her all that much and she usually couldn't remember who I was when I did see her, but all my mama had to do was say I was her daughter and she would say "Oh this is yours Liser?" She would soon forget, but that's to be expected from a woman who has lived that many years, there's just too much for one person to remember in 98 years. (And yes she really called my mom Liser.) She agreed I looked like her Betty Lou, my dear grandma, and for that I am honored.

My last memory of her was good and that will always be comforting. My granny had a way of not being a nice person sometimes, but I was blessed to never have to see her like that. The last time I saw her she laughed, complained a little about her wheel chair, adored my shoes, and called us a pack of wild dogs. I think the exact statement was "No one ever comes to see me no more. Y'all just leave me here and go runnin' around like a pack of wild dogs." Which of course wasn't true. My great Aunt Inez was there every day, sometimes more than once, and my grandma, when she was alive, did the same thing while she was able.

So tomorrow we are headed up to Mt Airy for the visitation tomorrow night and the funeral on Thursday. I will miss the visitation more than likely because I have some things at school that I really can't move around to get them done unless I do them tomorrow. I'm not sure when the funeral is but I know it is sometime on Thursday. At least that's the plan as far as I know...

"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory." -Susan B. Anthony