Instead of Five for Fraturday today, I’m going to write about my grandma.
This past week, I found myself unexpectedly in Arizona with my family because my grandma fell and was not doing well. And I say unexpectedly because my grandma was a fighter. Nothing stopped her. I think we all thought she would live forever because she overcame everything. I mean, seven years ago when she was 89, she was in a terrible accident and had both of her legs amputated at the knees. She lived through that. Who lives through that at 89 years of age?
As my family and I drove to Arizona last Saturday, we received a call that she was non-responsive and that we might not make it. We pulled over and prayed that we would get there in time to say goodbye.
In fact, when we got there, my Grandma opened her eyes, smiled, spoke to us, told us she loved us, and laughed the laugh that will probably always be my favorite laugh of anyone’s ever. Growing up, my siblings and I always imitated her laugh because it was so unique. She laughed a little gently, not too loud, and always always always ended her laugh with a sigh. It always made us laugh harder. I don’t know. Maybe you had to be there.
From thinking we would not be able to tell her we loved her one last time to hearing her laugh . . . God is so good.
We spent the next few days just sitting and talking with her when she was awake. Every caregiver or friend that came to visit said the same things over and over.
She is the sweetest thing.
She is such a fighter.
We just love her.
She is my favorite patient.
Sometimes, sitting with her was easy because she was calm and peaceful. If you held her hand, she would grip it tight. If you told her you loved her, she would say it right back. She never complained. If you asked her if she was cold or hot or tired or anything . . . it was always I’m fine or I’m okay.
Her nails were perfect because she had just had them done.
Other times, she was scared and she would tell us so. We would pray with her or rub her back . . . my mom even made me sing to her. So I sang songs like Jesus Loved Me and Come Let Us Worship and Bow Down . . .
It was one of the hardest weeks of my life. I honestly didn’t know it was going to be like that.
But it was also one of the most special times of my life. To be able to be there. To be able to hold her hand. To tell her that I looked up to her, that she is my hero, that I hope to someday be just like her. Sweet, kind, strong, loving, a fighter . . .
My grandma went to be with the Lord yesterday, August 4th.
She has her legs back. She can see and hear perfectly. She is dancing and running and living in Heaven. She is with both my grandpas again.
And because I believe, I know I will see her again.
Holding her hand this week
Celebrating her 95th birthday
My parents wanted me to write her obituary. And I was like are you crazy? I can’t do that! And they would say but you’re the writer of the family and I said I write stories and tell about dumb things that happened- this is different!
But with their help, I did write it.
I’m going to put it here so you can get a snippet of her life and see what an incredible woman she was.
What a life she lived!!! She was so special and talented. Creative, smart, and BRAVE! I remember going to Astroworld (an amusement park in Houston, TX) with my grandparents when I was a kid, and they rode all the roller coasters while we sat and watched. Because we were afraid. But they weren’t!
My grandma has been EVERYWHERE! She saw the world!!!
She did yoga in her 80s. Her 80s!!! I can barely hold a plank for two seconds and practically fall over every other move, and my grandma was doing yoga in her 80s. The only reason she stopped was because of her accident. I MEAN!!!
She was tiny! 4′ 11″. 🙂 But mighty!
Do they still make people like this today?
November 3, 1920 — August 4, 2017