I lost my 2nd grandma recently. I wasn’t sure when and how to post about her death–because, is it tacky to post about death as a Facebook update? But then, my dad posted and my friends started dropping me condolences from his wall post.
My other grandma was taken by Lou Gehrig’s disease which started in her tongue. She was the first real death I experienced and it was before social media. She took me and my cousins on our first roller coaster. She would wrap my hair at night when she visited so I’d wake up to boing-y curls during a stage of “Little House on the Prairie” appreciation. But Grandma B might finally be the subject of post–only a different one.
This one is about Grandma F. She left wanting to go. We had spent many Sunday afternoons together where I heard many stories about my dad when he was younger and about my Grandpa F’s last days. She also would offer bits that she appreciated from her daily devotional reads. Comments on the current political situation. A run down of the meals she liked best.
During Tulip Time, when our school district has two half days off of school, I would head over to her place with a Subway sandwich or other snacks. We’d catch the parade on her television, pointing out people we might know.
Last summer, while I was home in the U.S. unknowingly, I was the last to bring her an ice cream sundae on her birthday. I learned later, this had been her third that day. She never mentioned it. We definitely enjoyed our sundaes!
I haven’t cried for her until today. When you are thousands of miles away on the other side of the earth when someone dies, it’s difficult to know how to feel when your every day life isn’t immediately affected.
This summer, I’ll be back in the small town where we both lived before I moved and she left it permanently. My grandma and I shared a love of the farmer’s market, but in late summer we also liked to make a stop at Bowerman Blueberries as well.
I found the following conversation I had with my grandma on an old blog post. An example, among many more, of what she brought to my life.
My Grandma calls me
July 11, 2007
market day: My grandma lost my yahoo email account so she called me (unusual, since she’s phone-shy) and left a message that the blueberries were in. We needed to get to the market whenever I possibly could go. Apparently, the news reported that recent drought conditions and the heat caused the berries to come in early and were predicted to shorten their harvest season.
My grandma and I love going to the Farmer’s Market in the summer. This is a conversation I had recently with her on the phone:
Grandma: What time would you like to go to the market, Jackie?
Me: What time is good for you, Grandma?
Grandma: Oh, I don’t know. What time do you want to go?
Me: No, Grandma, you pick a time. You decide.
Grandma: No, it’s okay.
Me: Well, how about 9 or 10? (Note: I like to sleep in during my summer vacation. Doesn’t that go without saying?)
Grandma: I was thinking more about 8.
Me: Eight it is!
My grandma was also famous for her pies–especially the apple. So on this auspicious 3/14, Happy Pi Day!