Today is October 7, it's my 12th wedding anniversary and would have been my Grandmother's 98th birthday. We lost her last year exactly one month before her 97th birthday. She died of a broken heart one year after my Grandpa, her husband of 71 years, passed away. I miss them both everyday.
Grandma was and, will remain always, one of my favorite people. She was kind, elegant, and beautiful. I wish she would have known this about herself in her own heart. She was very humble and kind of shy, but had a wonderful sense of humor and a twinkle in her eye. Even at almost 97 she stood totally upright, shoulders back, wore make-up every day, and always dressed in a lovely manner.
When I was little and visiting her, I was her constant shadow. I even used to follow her into the bathroom. I know now that this was so uncomfortable for her, but she never let it show to me then. She just let me be with her. In the mornings when I woke up, I would go into her bedroom, kneel down, and just look at her until she opened her eyes. It probably scared her to death, but she would just scooch over and let me in.
She enjoyed watching "Fear Factor", and doing unexpected things to make you laugh. A story I remember... My Grandfather owned his own company that involved a warehouse. One evening, my Grandparents were giving a tour of the facility to a group of people. Suddenly, they noticed my Grandmother was no longer walking with the group. Where was she? They soon had their answer, as they saw her on some kind of a scooter, used in the warehouse, zinging back and fourth at the end of the aisles, her skirts flying behind her. Everyone cracked up, it was funny, but more so because it was so unexpected from the quiet, elegant lady that she was.
The Christmas before she died, we had the very great honor of welcoming her to our home for a few days. I got to cook for her, take her to get her hair done, and listen to her wonderful stories. We watched "Fear Factor", "Iron Chef", and even a boxing match. She always wanted to stay awake until the end, so she wouldn't miss what happened. The best part for me, was that I got to sit with her and hold her hand.
My heart is a little bit broken that she is not here with me physically any more, but I do have her in my heart. I am eternally grateful that she was my very dear friend and loving Grandmother.
To my husband, I am grateful to have you and hope that we make it to 71 years as my Grandparents did. "Happy Anniversary, honey", I love you and there is no one on earth I would rather be on this journey with.
To my Grandma, "Happy Birthday, Grandma", I love you!