My great-grandma died today at the age of 95. She had a stroke about a month ago. It is hard to recover from something like that when you are 95. My great-grandma was a pistol. You didn’t want to mess with her. She did not tolerate whining or weakness from anyone. She had an opinion about everything, too. One of my favorite most recent stories about her took place about 5 years ago when I last saw her. We went to visit her on Memorial Day and she wanted to go visit the graves of her parents. My mom and step-dad, Sean and I drove all over looking for the right graveyard. Then, when we finally got to the graveyard that she thought was the right one, she said that she remembered the graves were under a big tree. Do you know how many big trees there were in this HUGE graveyard???? Oh, my! But you don’t tell a 90-year-old woman who is looking for her parents’ graves no, so we searched all over that cemetary…in the rain! We never did find them. That same day we took her out to lunch. We were at the restaurant and there was a woman there at the next table who lived in the same retirement home as my great-grandma. My great-grandma knew her, they were across-the-hall- neighbors at their retirement home, but my great-grandma would not acknowledge her. Apparently, this other woman was not in the same retirment home clique. Too funny!
My Great-Grandmother
Monday, June 25, 2007
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