54. GRAND GRANNY
This is going to be short ya goonies, but my granny passed on this morning.
I’m still ok, but I guess I’m one of those people where I’m still letting it sink in. This is the granny that literally brought me up so she’s like a second mother. What’s going through my mind now is not what my family thinks which is mourning her death but I’m actually wanting to celebrate it. I mean how else can I repay her patience around me during my childhood years? Nothing I can say or do can describe grandmotherly love. They fall short, really.
But I was kinda ready for this mentally. I knew I didn’t have much time with her so I braced myself for her demise the last few years but of course nothing can prepare you for death, but thank God for my spiritual lessons of the last 10 years. I see death as a transition. It’s not the end for her feisty spirit (and boy was Nanny strong-willed). I guess this time she was really ready to go, that’s all.
So on the celebratory front, I’m having ideas of doing it in my own private time with some nice red balloons. Red balloons always make me smile, so I’ve decided to do that once all the brouhaha of her initial funeral rites are over. I’ll just pick a nice spot in town and just release them with a thank you always note. I think she will like that.
I’m just kinda thankful the whole family’s gathering for this, family members never seen nor heard of in years – all coming together in final communion to give granny a quiet send off.
RIP Nanny. You will live on in my heart forever and I look forward to still having your spirit around.
It’s crazy I’m even writing this post seeing how my granny’s body is on its way here but I’m a writer. Hey! It’s second nature. 😛