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Love....Death...

My friend A's father died suddenly. As a remembrance, she's asked us to tell someone we're close to how much we love them. I didn't read that post until today, but I thought I'd share this memory:

I saw my grandmother this past weekend. She's had circulatory problems that required the amputation of one or two toes, and she's had to go through two corneal transplant surgeries. During my visit, I helped her wash her hair because she can't get any water in her eyes, and I wrote out some phone numbers of ppl she loves in REALLY BIG LETTERS so she can read it. She told me that she can't see to read the telephone numbers anymore, so the minute I got back to my momma's house, I went and ordered her a big number telephone and a freaking powerful magnifying glass to be delivered to her home in a few days. And I told her I love her. And I'm going to go back to see her over Labor Day weekend. My momma told me her mind is slowly going dingy and that her health is going downhill. I found this out early this year, and I fully intend to spend as much time as I possibly can with her because I know that we don't have that long left to be together. Momma-Gerri told me she was so proud of me for realizing this and for giving Gramma the gift of my time and my presence. My husband told me to cherish this time I have with her, and to feel blessed that I've got the time to realize it, because he didn't have that time with his favorite grand-dad who died of prostate cancer after hiding it from his family and up and died without letting anyone know what was going on.

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tsjafo
Aug. 26th, 2005 02:04 am (UTC)
I treasure the time I spent with my parents before they passed on. The memories sustain me until I see them again. I'm glad you posted this.

*hugs*
wcg
Aug. 26th, 2005 02:28 am (UTC)
You're a good woman and a good granddaughter. I'm sure she'll appreciate everything.
josette
Aug. 26th, 2005 03:02 am (UTC)
I spent a wonderful afternoon with the Warden's grandmother canning peaches the summer before she died. He didn't understand it wasn't about the peaches until it was over. We had heard most of her life story as we peeled and pitted. I knew this would happen, he did not, having never done canning before.
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