A Life Well Lived

My sweet Granny passed away last Wednesday. She was 93 years old.

Granny was the most practical and frugal person I have ever known, so it was so very fitting that she went on a day when the family was already headed home to Baker--so that we didn't have to make a special trip home.

For the past four or five years Granny had been suffering from severe dementia, and so, while a great loss to all of us, her passing was a merciful end to her long and very fruitful life.

She was the kind of woman they just don't make any more. She made me sandwiches from bologna fried in ketchup. She patched the worn feet on my Natalie doll's feet with my Grandaddy's old socks. She cut apart cereal boxes and used the backside to write her grocery lists on. She ate Total for breakfast every morning. She allowed no "filthy" language in her house--not even a "darn." She made the best chicken and dumplings in the world.

I really lost my grandmother a long time ago, but now she is gone from this Earth and the world just won't be the same. But I'm taking comfort in the fact that she is in Heaven with my Dad, my Grandaddy and my brother.

She was the matriarch of our big and boisterous family, and she was my last remaining grandparent. I will miss her.