I’ve been really busy these past couple of months on top of dealing with the loss of my Grams. Granted I’ve been down in Florida and she was up in Michigan, but not a day went by that I wasn’t worried and stressed out at the thought of the pain and suffering she was going through. She was always on my mind.
My Grams is indescribable as there are not enough words to showcase her incredibleness. No matter who she encountered she welcomed them with open arms and always left a lasting impression. She was always comforting and could put anyone at ease; even in the worst circumstances. With a simple back rub and her gentle hands tickling your arm, every problem seemed to subside. She was the grandma everyone wanted but only 12 of us were lucky enough to call her Grandma, Grams, Granny, or Nana. She tried her hardest to be a comedic genius but only succeeded about 50% of the time; one of my favorite things about her. She was always concerned with us being polite and using our manners and even when we didn’t want to, she still made us. Thanks Grams :) She was a clean freak, a quality I LOVE that I got from her. She had a scary mascara face that used to terrify Cara and I when we were little nuggets but makes us laugh to this day every time we think about it. She was a beautiful writer. She had a purse that weighed about 50 lbs. She was a horrible cook but still made sure that all the goodies and baked goods were stocked and are bellies were always full. She was a shopaholic who was constantly returning what she bought the next day because she would change her mind. She was a dog lover. She was a horrible driver. She had more baby pictures in her wallet than I had people in my senior class. She could get a stain out of any type of clothing and could get her whites whiter than anyone. She was easy to talk to even though she would act shocked at what came out of your mouth. She had a horrible voice but I still liked it when she sang. She was the best grams and I miss her.
My Papa and Grams have been in my every prayer and now those prayers go out to my Papa. My grandparents had been together for 52 years, never left each other’s side and now my poor Papa is without the only woman he ever loved, my wonderful and amazing Grams. I can only imagine the emptiness he now feels. It kills me to think of the moments he will face when no one is there by his side, even if it’s only for 10 minutes. It breaks my heart to think that when he goes to sleep, he’s reaching out for my Grams because he forgets she is not there anymore. It breaks my heart to think that when he goes to get his morning coffee, he will still get 2 by mistake instead of just 1. It breaks my heart to think that he will sit on the porch during the beautiful spring and summer months, see something that fills him with joy and when he turns to share that joy with my Grams, she’s not going to be there. I know my Papa will go on because he is the heart and soul of the family but it breaks my heart that he is probably slowly dying of a broken heart and it won’t be long before we lose him too.
