Grandma
The grandmother of a friend I work with passed away yesterday. I had been thinking a lot lately of my grandma who passed away, about 8 years ago now. But I think about her often anyway as it is.
I only have one grandparent left, my Grandma English (mom's mom) in Illinois.
But I miss my Grandma Doup (dad's mom, she remarried) more than anything. One of my grandpa's died a few months after I was born, and the other when I was in middle school.
My Grandma Doup was the sweetest woman you could possibly imagine. And she so adored me and I loved visiting her.
Without going into all the details, I have so much pain regarding when she passed. I don't feel like I got the chance to fully let her know how much I loved her and appreciated her. Just out of college, I was planning to drive to see her on my own for once, and do it as often as possible. I previously always just saw her when the family went. I never got the chance to do this and that hurts so much.
She was so sweet and kind, that it's no wonder my dad is such a wonderful, kind, generous man. So what happenned to me? Well, I think those closest to me know that I'm pretty much a sweet person that would do anything for the people I care about, but I of course hide that as much as possible, because being sweet and nice isn't all that cool or attractive in today's world. In fact, the last girl I dated much preferred me to not be so nice to her all the time, and would make fun of a guy she dated that was totally super nice and sweet. The type that would bring flowers all the time. It disgusted her for some reason. Oh man, I digress....back to grandma.
I knew how ill she was and that she only had a short time left the last time I talked to her on the phone. She was at a hospital in Ohio and telling me I was the "greatest grandson she could ever have". I somehow kept it together and then instantly balled my eyes out like I've never done before the moment we hung up. I knew it was the last time I'd ever speak to her, and it was.
I have so much nostalgia of all the fun times I had visiting with her. Playing shuffleboard was my absolute favorite.
My other Grandma is a little more shy and distant, but I know she loves her grandchildren just as much. When I go up to Illinois, I'm the one person that still insists on staying at her house with her and driving her around and such. (everyone else stays with aunts or cousins for some reason)
To sound totally cheesy, I so hope there is an afterlife so I can meet my Grandma Doup again, as well as my grandpas that died way too soon. I'll be pissed if there is no afterlife, and then I'll write a scathing blog about it.
I only have one grandparent left, my Grandma English (mom's mom) in Illinois.
But I miss my Grandma Doup (dad's mom, she remarried) more than anything. One of my grandpa's died a few months after I was born, and the other when I was in middle school.
My Grandma Doup was the sweetest woman you could possibly imagine. And she so adored me and I loved visiting her.
Without going into all the details, I have so much pain regarding when she passed. I don't feel like I got the chance to fully let her know how much I loved her and appreciated her. Just out of college, I was planning to drive to see her on my own for once, and do it as often as possible. I previously always just saw her when the family went. I never got the chance to do this and that hurts so much.
She was so sweet and kind, that it's no wonder my dad is such a wonderful, kind, generous man. So what happenned to me? Well, I think those closest to me know that I'm pretty much a sweet person that would do anything for the people I care about, but I of course hide that as much as possible, because being sweet and nice isn't all that cool or attractive in today's world. In fact, the last girl I dated much preferred me to not be so nice to her all the time, and would make fun of a guy she dated that was totally super nice and sweet. The type that would bring flowers all the time. It disgusted her for some reason. Oh man, I digress....back to grandma.
I knew how ill she was and that she only had a short time left the last time I talked to her on the phone. She was at a hospital in Ohio and telling me I was the "greatest grandson she could ever have". I somehow kept it together and then instantly balled my eyes out like I've never done before the moment we hung up. I knew it was the last time I'd ever speak to her, and it was.
I have so much nostalgia of all the fun times I had visiting with her. Playing shuffleboard was my absolute favorite.
My other Grandma is a little more shy and distant, but I know she loves her grandchildren just as much. When I go up to Illinois, I'm the one person that still insists on staying at her house with her and driving her around and such. (everyone else stays with aunts or cousins for some reason)
To sound totally cheesy, I so hope there is an afterlife so I can meet my Grandma Doup again, as well as my grandpas that died way too soon. I'll be pissed if there is no afterlife, and then I'll write a scathing blog about it.
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