Granny

At 99 years of age, the matriarch of our family, Granny passed away quietly recently.🕊️❤️

Please keep us in your comforting & strengthening prayers & positive thoughts.

The person who taught me about God picking flowers for his bouquet became the gladiola that he chose one day.

In our human experience, people are supposed to bury their grandparents. But it still feels sad & weird. They say Grief is Love Without the Happy Face. I believe that. I turned the light off in her bedroom. It hadn't turned off in 10+ years. Later into the night, I had to focus to see down the hall, upfront toward her room while I was up. *sigh* It was Dark. *sigh* The religious, prissy, rule-making & keeping, and shade-ready influence in my life is gone. And there is nothing anyone can do about it.

I had a complicated relationship with my grandmother. I didn't get to have the stereotypical "soft life" that some have with their grandmothers. Anyone who lived with grandparents full time will tell you it ain't for the weak. Especially when you're an adult. As a kid, I just thought Momma was my mother but Granny & Pau Pau were like dad. And that was my normal. But as an adult, it's like a roommate who demands her respect at all times. And she was due it. But she had to be taught to respect those younger than her also. Some days that was a challenge. But as one of her caregivers, it was a challenge worth the pain.

Let me share something simple she always shared. It is a song I remember her garden club sisters & she sang from as early as when I was a toddler. They opened up their meeting with it.

I can hear her soprano voice singing, now. And I see her belting out that final, "My God and I". As if it was only he & she there.

To a Life that walked with her God in the garden, in the home, in church, in ...in...In Life. God is Love ~ 1 John 4:6

Rest Well Granny, Rest Well!!!

As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms!