My Granny

I wasn't sure if I would be writing about my grandmother here. I've thought about it several times because writing always makes me feel better. I honestly just did not know if I could do it. She just means the world to me and today is her birthday. 

We lost N's dad the Wednesday after Labor Day and my grandmother had a massive stroke the following Thursday. She passed away the next Friday. T and I both lost a grandparent in a three week time period. It feels unbelievable.

My granny, who would have been 95 today, was super healthy. She was completely self sufficient and on the morning of her stroke, had made up her bed and was reading her devotional. The day before the stroke, she had her hair permed in the morning and was requesting prayers for N's family at church that night. The woman ran circles around the rest of us and I thought she would out live us all. In fact, that really was my plan. Sure, she was in her 90's and yes, she lived a wonderful, full life, but she is GRANNY! 

My Granny was made of steel. We would complain about the thousand degree heat of Mobile and she would say "it don't bother me." We would say the kids were driving us nuts and she would say, "they're doing no such thing." We would talk about travel and she would tell us to go. She told us that when she gets invited she goes....and she did. Granny and I both love to go. She had slowed down a bit in the last couple of years but she was still Granny.

She lived a long, happy life. She said goodbye to her parents, husband, brothers and sisters, children, grandchildren, and numerous friends all way too soon. After each loss, she woke up the next day, said her prayers and moved one. She thought about all of them often, but she held her head high and lived for the rest of us. That's the route I'm choosing to take though it hurts just as much as I thought it would. 

(Some of my favorite Granny posts are here and here.)