Yesterday my grandma passed away after a long series of illnesses and hospital visits over the past year. She was the type of person that I thought would never die. She was such a mainstay in my life that it seemed she would be around forever. You can never really imagine what things would be like without her, maybe partly because you don’t want to be without her. In a time like this you would think the words would just flow and an eloquent piece of writing would ensue yet I am sitting here stumped how to portray such a wonderful person. It just doesn’t seem whatever I may write will do justice to how much we all loved her, how much she loved all of use. and how great of person she truly was. My grandparents were the simplest most benevolent people I have had in my life. That is nothing against all the other people close to me. My grandma quit her job to take care of my sister and I while my parents worked. She spoiled us rotten like all wonderful grandparents. Seemingly, after placing her on the pedestal I have just put her on you would think a litany of fond memories would follow. I could think of a million memories I could start with but I have no clue where those memories would end, and honestly I don’t think I would want them to. Some of the quirkiest things about her are the things I can recall the most.
While most of this post is about my grandma you are reading this probably wondering why it is entitled “Grandparents.” Sadly my grandpa past away about three years ago and he to has left us with some great memories. Again, I wouldn’t know where to start and I wouldn’t want them to end. For everyone who knew my grandparents they can vouch for me in saying they went hand in hand. Both were the most genuine, sincere people. The first thought that crossed their minds was a thought about how everyone else was. They would call on a random day at a random time just to see how things were going. To see if it was raining over here. To see if the flowers started to bloom yet. To see how life was in general. Sometimes they would call at many random times throughout that random day. At the time it seemed annoying but right now I would give anything to have the phone ring and hear one of them ask how the dogs were doing or if I cut the grass yet. You never really do realize how much you will miss something or someone until it’s gone. I could probably continue to type about them into the wee hours of the morning and I am having a hard time holding back listing all the memories that continue to flood through me as a type but most of the things I would share you just wouldn’t get and that’s not a problem for me.
The two photos below are both photos that are framed in my house. my wife and I gave the photo on the right to my parents, sister, and grandma for Christmas only a week after my grandpa had passed. Each photo was framed to match the decor in their homes, and it is one of the most cherished photos I have. A big thanks needs to be given to Wes Evard for taking that photo. He could never possibly know how much it now means to all of us.
