Most days I wonder will I ever get over this or stop weeping? She was a survivor, fighter, great cook, baker, peacemaker, and an outstanding grandmother to so many many others. Gentle she was -my mother reminded me of her entering a room gently and leave gently. Grandma White radiated elegance, dignity…I would oftentimes make fun of her clothing(skirts didn’t touch her anywhere). She always dressed modest. Never without her knee highs, long sleeves for church and Oh Boy! Those bad Sunday hats. Reflecting back I never paid much attention to the detail until now.

In the midst of a busy life submerged with demands the loss of my granny Justin’s great-granny seemed to have stopped me in my tracks. Two weeks into her passing I miss her dearly. I didn’t call everyday or visit every week, but I knew she was there and if decided to go over ringing her doorbell to see her open saying Hey Baby! Come on in! Hey Jessy! 😊 Yes Justin was her Jessy. The most hurtful part of losing her -there is not another person on this earth that love or loved my son as much as granny did. Talk about heartbroken😔.

Frequaly catch people saying there is not a day go by I don’t think of (whomever they lost) I know exactly what that feels like. The journey of grief is real. Anyone else could leave me, never thought my grandmother would go. Knowing the day was coming still doesn’t change the fact that it hurt.

This blog post doesn’t give justice to the legacy my Grandma White left. The peace I get is knowing she’s gone to be with The Lord and she lived 85 GREAT YEARS!!

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God fearing, loving mother to an awesome young man. Enjoying what I do! Although I'm not the greatest teacher, however raising a child with special needs has given me more degrees than any college university you could think of.

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