Well, life has taken some turns lately.
My grandparents passed away six hours apart from each other. Grandma died on January 2nd and Grandpa died January 3rd. The funny thing my pastor pointed out was that they passed away on the 9th and 10th days of Christmas respectively. That is the Nine Ladies Dancing and the Ten Lords A-leaping days of Christmas. So I have this picture in my head of my much happier, healthier, and younger looking grandparents forgetting all their former earthly troubles and are now kicking up their heels.
I miss them. I miss them something terrible but I'm also glad they are no longer suffering. Grandma's cancer was beyond painful and Grandpa was slowly wasting away with each kidney dialysis session, a shadow of the man he once was.
Grandpa once put fatherly fear into the hearts of all three of his daughters' husbands, he was such a big man. I don't remember him like that. I remember a man who was good with his hands, who built doll houses and painted paintings. I remember a gentle, humble soul, who watched his grandchildren grow up and start having children of their own. I remember a giant of a man, gently holding my newest baby cousin with such joy. But I also knew him as firm but gentle. He received military honors during his burial for his service in the Army. I still have my birdhouse and his painting of dolphins playing in the ocean he painted me one summer for my birthday. (I had a thing for dolphins back then). I remember his stories of our ancestors. Samuel who served in the American Civil War for the Union, the one legged carpenter who built his home from scratch, the gravedigger who lived to be 103 yrs old. So many stories quietly told during visits.
And my Grandma, my Grandma was such a strong woman. She just had a knack of making everything look beautiful, even when there was little money to spare. I remember painting birdhouses that we made with Grandpa with her and playing dress up in her jewelry and clothes. I remember making spaghetti and cookies and her taking us to the library everyday during the summer. She's the reason I fell in love with the library and a big reason why I'm a librarian now. I was recently told that when my mom and her sisters were little they had two sets of neighbors who had very little they were so poor the children and their mothers usually had very little to eat. My Grandmother used to make sure that each family had enough food for dinner every day and gave clothes for the children to wear to school. She probably made quite a bit of the clothes. She was a good woman.
I guess you never really know how much people make you who you are until they are no longer in your life.
I hope they know that we will never forget them. I know I will never forget them.
Grandma, Grandpa, I love you. I hope you rest in peace knowing that.