|Grandma Shirley and Evelyn|
My Grandma Shirley slipped from this world to the next this morning. It was expected, but it still doesn't feel like she's really gone. I've been thinking about her a lot, memories of her, singing her favorite hymn to myself as I drive or get ready for the day (How Great Thou Art).
Grandma always kept us well fed with only the most delicious things. Some people may joke about the contents of her ritzy potatoes, but they were heavenly. A typical meal at Grandma's house was ham (her favorite), Jello jewels, rolls, green salad, and of course a relish tray with plenty of black olives and sweet pickles. There was also usually Krazy Krunch (like caramel popcorn, with cashews) and chocolate covered jelly sticks (orange or raspberry). At Christmas there would be a puzzle table, aunts and cousins drifting to and from the folding chairs surrounding it throughout the night. We'd usually have a musical program. I remember one year singing "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth" with some cousins. If we were lucky, Grandma would pull out her bass clarinet and play "The Teddy Bear Picnic." And for most of my childhood, there were gifts. She was so thoughtful and generous. When we stayed overnight, we'd have cold cereal for breakfast, but the coffee creamer in the fridge was just for Grandma to put on her cereal.
|Grandma and more Nelsons at our wedding reception.|
Grandma had an excellent sense of humor. She was the queen of forwarding emails, and pretty darn tech savvy for a woman of her generation. I remember her playing all sorts of teasing games with us grandkids. She'd offer me a stick of gum in her outstretched hand, and just as I was about to take it, would split her fingers, catching the gum in her other hand. This would go on and on, and she thought it was hilarious. There was also the little bunny that couldn't find a place to go to the bathroom game, ultimately ending with the bunny "peeing" on your hand (with the assistance of a strategically hidden wet paper towel).
|I'm so glad these two got to meet.|
Grandma was a believer, from lizard men to the perils of MSG.. I'm sure she's figuring it all out up in heaven as I type this.
Grandma always had fun and interesting things for us to do at her house. She had a pool table and air hockey table for years, and all kinds of little doodads for us to play with (a Newton's cradle, various magnetic trinkets, a bin of marbles). She was also extremely proud of her family. She filled the surfaces in her home with pictures of her family, and even covered the kitchen table with photo frames in recent years.
|On the subway with Grandma and cousins Tonya and Johanna.|
Grandma took me and my cousin to New York City the summer before I started high school. We visited my uncle and his family, and saw the town. We saw a broadway show (42nd Street), went to the Metropolitan, ate seafood on an island somewhere, and went on an open air bus tour.
|Grandma helping light candles on my 12th birthday cake.|
My parents stayed overnight with Grandma and Grandpa on Friday, and when they returned on Saturday they said she was nearing the end. My mom was worried she wouldn't make it through the night when they were there, her breathing was so labored. I decided I needed to go visit her. I'd been meaning to do it for weeks, but was intimidated by the idea of driving to Logan with a on-year-old by myself. I decided to go, and really my whole week was open, but for some reason I felt like I really needed to go on Monday. I didn't recognize it at the time, but that was the Spirit prompting me. Monday morning, I got up and quickly got ready to go. I didn't go to the gym like I usually do in the mornings, I felt compelled to get going. When I arrived at my grandparents' home, Grandpa was watching TV in the family room. He told me Grandma was asleep, so we chatted for just a few minutes. Then we heard a ringing, or some kind of alarm. Grandma had called Lifeline, the emergency service. We immediately rushed to her side, and she was gasping for air. She managed to communicate to us that she wanted us, or Lifeline, to call her daughter (who had been her primary caregiver, but had gone home to shower that morning). I talked with the lifeline operator, and they did call my aunt. I held Grandma's hand, gave her a sip of water, and we waited. She calmed down a bit, and then my aunt came.
It was no coincidence that I arrived when I did. She had apparently been calling to my grandpa, but he couldn't hear her. He really did think she was asleep, and I don't know that he would have known what to do when she called lifeline (he has Parkinsons, and was quite confused when Lifeline called). I visited with Grandma and Grandpa, they watched Evie toddle around and play, and she wanted to be close to Grandma for most of the visit. She asked me how our trip to Disneyland was, and commented on how precious Evie is. I brought a camera, but it just didn't feel like the right time to take photos. As I was leaving, I knew it would probably be the last time I would see my Grandma in this life. We hugged, I held her hand, and looked into her eyes. We said I love you. She expressed her love for our whole family, and her desire for us all to be happy. She mentioned that she thought that I arrived when I did for a reason, and I said something like "God was watching over us." She said that she knew he was always with her. And I think he was, especially these last few days.
She had her first dose of morphine on Monday right before I left. It calmed her significantly, and helped her to rest peacefully until she passed away this morning. I think I was able to visit her in some of her last few lucid hours, and I feel so thankful for that. She died peacefully, in her home, surrounded by family, my grandpa holding her hand. I will miss her, but I know this life is not the end. I know she is joining family and friends that have gone before her, anxiously waiting to be reunited with Grandpa. I'm excited for them to have a conversation in heaven where neither one has to talk loudly or say "What?" I am thankful that she is no longer in pain. Most of all, I am thankful for her example of unconditional love. She loved and supported her family through good times and bad, and faced some judgement because of it. But really, family is what is most important, and as I look at my little daughter, I understand completely. and I hope that I can embody that same love and compassion. Matthew 7:9 says, "Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?"
The last thing that has been on my mind this verse from the song "A Day In Spring" by Ralph B.
Tis come the hour when now I must depart.
Oh do you know? Oh do you know it burdens me?
But still a song will live within my heart,
As I recall this day of treasured company.
And as the days go by I'll not forget to sing,
Though seasons change and flowers fade from view.
For when we meet again 'twill be a day in spring,
And I'll stay and sing another song for you,
And I'll stay and sing another song for you.