Tribute to a amazing Woman - My Grandmother

My grandmother would have been 86 today. A few years back she lost her battle with cancer. What was scary was it was sudden, within a week or so that we even had learned about it. What was a blessing was that we were able to be with her straight through it.

I feel so fortunate to have known my grandmother as the woman she was. After my mom's disunion my sister, mum and I moved in with her and my aunt and lived the next 9 years together. My grandmother was an fantastic woman who I do not know that I fully appreciated while those early years.
She was a mum to five daughters, grandmother to nine grandchildren. She was incredibly dependable. Her word was golden to us. She was all the time there for us when we would get home from school. She was very private, finding her cry all the time made you take pause and wonder what was hurting her. She hated eating noises with a passion. I remember eating a carrot (the noisiest of the noisiest things) in the living room and feeling her eyes on me. Crunching as quietly as I could, she would say oh just hurry it up will you. Her beloved expressions were crime-a-nuttly! and loved calling population turkeys on the road. She was tiny and loved her heels. I often wondered how she had such tall daughters and granddaughters, she was so small. She said how did that happen, when I called to announce I was pregnant with my son. She was proud but having a son, was pretty uncommon in our family that has a great number of females. My sister and I would play spiders and climb up to the ceiling in the hallway as she would pass by. We would drop down behind her and give her a scare. She put up with so much. She hand wrote and sent my sister and I letters every week without fail when we moved out. She included Snoopy stickers, celebration stickers, exclamation stickers, you name it to express her mood throughout the letters and envelopes. She was a die hard Republican and hand wrote her politicians every opening she could. She would get passionate and mad at the television as she saw the screw ups her politicians were making. She had personalized political stickers printed up and put them on every piece of mail she sent, even handed them out to others in the social service to contain on their correspondence. She was a wife and mum from Wwii and believed her girls should be strong. She had microscopic tolerance for frailness or self pity. She had fantastic skin, all the time healthy, glowing, very few wrinkles. She was all the time by the phone whenever you needed to talk and all the time had the sass whenever you needed a birthday, an anniversary, a who did that when, any piece of information you could think of. She instilled tradition by making sure we had a Christmas tree every year, had celebrations for every major holiday. She changed her sheets to match the season, match the holiday throughout the year. She never made us brownies or cookies or did the things I opinion a grandmother should do while growing up.

Embroidered ties

One thing she did without a doubt is leave an anticipated impression on the women in her life. Her strength, sense of self, values run deep. While she was a tough woman on the outside, she was full of passion beneath. I feel thankful to have known her as I did and miss her dearly.

Happy Birthday Grandma, we miss you.

Tribute to a amazing Woman - My Grandmother

My grandmother would have been 86 today. A few years back she lost her battle with cancer. What was scary was it was sudden, within a week or so that we even had learned about it. What was a blessing was that we were able to be with her straight through it.

I feel so fortunate to have known my grandmother as the woman she was. After my mom's disunion my sister, mum and I moved in with her and my aunt and lived the next 9 years together. My grandmother was an fantastic woman who I do not know that I fully appreciated while those early years.
She was a mum to five daughters, grandmother to nine grandchildren. She was incredibly dependable. Her word was golden to us. She was all the time there for us when we would get home from school. She was very private, finding her cry all the time made you take pause and wonder what was hurting her. She hated eating noises with a passion. I remember eating a carrot (the noisiest of the noisiest things) in the living room and feeling her eyes on me. Crunching as quietly as I could, she would say oh just hurry it up will you. Her beloved expressions were crime-a-nuttly! and loved calling population turkeys on the road. She was tiny and loved her heels. I often wondered how she had such tall daughters and granddaughters, she was so small. She said how did that happen, when I called to announce I was pregnant with my son. She was proud but having a son, was pretty uncommon in our family that has a great number of females. My sister and I would play spiders and climb up to the ceiling in the hallway as she would pass by. We would drop down behind her and give her a scare. She put up with so much. She hand wrote and sent my sister and I letters every week without fail when we moved out. She included Snoopy stickers, celebration stickers, exclamation stickers, you name it to express her mood throughout the letters and envelopes. She was a die hard Republican and hand wrote her politicians every opening she could. She would get passionate and mad at the television as she saw the screw ups her politicians were making. She had personalized political stickers printed up and put them on every piece of mail she sent, even handed them out to others in the social service to contain on their correspondence. She was a wife and mum from Wwii and believed her girls should be strong. She had microscopic tolerance for frailness or self pity. She had fantastic skin, all the time healthy, glowing, very few wrinkles. She was all the time by the phone whenever you needed to talk and all the time had the sass whenever you needed a birthday, an anniversary, a who did that when, any piece of information you could think of. She instilled tradition by making sure we had a Christmas tree every year, had celebrations for every major holiday. She changed her sheets to match the season, match the holiday throughout the year. She never made us brownies or cookies or did the things I opinion a grandmother should do while growing up.

Embroidered ties

One thing she did without a doubt is leave an anticipated impression on the women in her life. Her strength, sense of self, values run deep. While she was a tough woman on the outside, she was full of passion beneath. I feel thankful to have known her as I did and miss her dearly.

Happy Birthday Grandma, we miss you.

Tribute to a amazing Woman - My Grandmother