My Migraine Battle: On The Forefront

My Grandma

Ok, so Mom says I should have something prepared to say about Grandma at her funeral. I hate talking about stuff like this. I mean, it's really hard for me to talk about people who were soooo important to me, because I'd rather keep those thoughts to myself and tuck them away in my heart. But, here goes, I'm going to try. It won't do her justice though. She was truly a Proverbs 31 kind of woman.

My grandma was a very wonderful person. I loved her very much and she loved me even more. She is the one grandma that I considered my true grandma. I had a blood grandma who I wasn't really close too. And my other grandparents always made a point to let me know that I wasn't their "real" grandchild. They made me feel like a charity case. Like they were just nice to me, because they didn't want it to "look" like I was less important to my brothers, even though, to them, I was. But, Grandma Pat NEVER treated me like that. She never mentioned the fact that I was her step-grandkid, and never made me feel like that.

Grandma was really great to me. She'd give me girly gifts like jewelry, dolls and she knitted sweaters for me. Once, when I was about 9 years old, she and Grampa put together this wonderful dollhouse, complete with furnishings and a family to live in it. As everyone knows, Grandma was a wonderful decorator and had really good taste. She decorated that little house beautifully and made everything in it by hand. The little curtains, the bedding, the rugs. Everything.

But, it wasn't the gifts that made me love her. Grandma had a great personality. She was warm and caring about her family and friends. Always wanted to know what was going on with us and how everyone's doing. She loved to socialize. Her favorite thing was to organize potlucks or dinners to get everyone together. And, boy, was she a wonderful cook! She was very interesting and told great stories. She was also brave. She was a single mom while Mike and his brother were growing up and tried hard to do the very best she could by her family. I'd imagine that it was alot harder in those days to raise a family and still work, while she was on her own, but she did it. What an accomplishment.

Her marriage is also inspiring. She was married to Grampa Bob for a long time and always seemed to be in-love with him. You could tell by the way she looked at him and the way she cared for him. She really enjoyed cooking for him and when Grampa got diabetes, she learned how to cook and bake for his needs. She didn't seem to mind at all. She was a good example of a strong, independent woman with a loving heart.

posted by Jessica @ 11:24 AM