Exactly 2 months ago today, I posted a blog titled “Matthew 5:4 ‘Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.'” I wrote it to help a friend who had lost her Dad and knew scripture was one thing that I could say to comfort her and her family in their time of loss. Little did I know that I would need to read those words for myself, today…
My Granny Dot (also known as Deedot) passed away about 2:30 yesterday morning. I’ve wanted to write something about her, but didn’t have the slightest clue where to start. So, I’ll just start here.
She had been diagnosed with end stage renal failure a few months back, but was fighting against it hard. Just last Friday morning, Veterans Day, I had taken Harper over to see her and I would have never guessed she would have fallen so fast over the weekend. She seemed fine. She was riding Harper around on her “jazzy” trying to find Granny’s two cats that Harper loved to
aggravate play with. She was collecting rocks with Harper. She ate my sausage and egg biscuit that I had brought for myself (I had brought her a sausage biscuit, but wasn’t going to dare tell her she took mine.) 🙂
(Southern word for “Grandmother”) was feisty. Stubborn. Argumentative. (Probably explains where I get mine from, right Bruce?) But she was also hard-working. Loving. Caring. Strong. And loved her family.
There have been so many good things posted about her in the past day and a half and she wouldn’t have hated them all; only because she did not like being the center of attention. I can see her now just shaking her head,
and slyly grinning, as people said such nice things about her. And every one being oh so true.
She helped raise me. Her and my paternal grandmother watched me when I was a baby while my parents worked. And I love them both, equally. They taught me how to cook, how to sew, how to be a good person, and how to love.
Loss is nothing new in my family. I’ve lost my Dad, both grandfathers, an uncle, and many more. But each person is so unique, you can’t put “loss” into a box and go through the motions to check off each step of grief.
Granny Dot means something different to each person. To some she was sweet and caring, and she was to me as well, but when I think of Granny Dot I think of strength. She was tough. She had a lot of hard times in her life. And yet, she got through them all and came out a better person on the other side. Even up until her last few days, she held on, she was strong.
There are so many funny memories I have of her. Those are the ones I don’t want to forget. She made us laugh so hard until we would cry. The things that came out of her mouth… Oh man. Especially how she would say things wrong. For example, esophagus. Easy, right? E-SOCK-A-FUS was how she said it.
And I’ll never forget the time she and my grandfather took me to eat at Quincy’s one night
(I say night, but it was probably early afternoon. Y’all know how old folks like to get the cheaper price but the better menu. HA. HA. HA.). Y’all remember that place? THE. ROLLS. What I would give for one of those right now…. Anyway, there was a cop eating with a young woman. I don’t know the whole situation but something was obviously going on and it was kind of sketchy. The cop went to the bathroom, some man came in the restaurant and spoke to the woman, and they both went outside. The cop came out of the bathroom and was looking for the woman, Granny Dot went up and told him everything that happened. So nosey! I mean, come on?!?!? I guess that is in my genes, also, since I remember it so well years later 🙂
I do know the best thing I learned from my Granny Dot was how to cook. It’s no secret my Mom does not know how to cook. If it wasn’t for my step-dad, growing up my brother and I would have probably eaten frozen dinners every night 🙂 Granny taught me how to make homemade cornbread, fried EVERYTHING, and breakfast foods (because we eat breakfast for dinner down here in the South). She also taught me how to bake and decorate cakes. That’s my favorite. I love baking. And when I do, I think about sitting in her kitchen. And I knew I wanted her to make my wedding cakes. I didn’t think about it being too much for her to do, and I should have, but I knew she made the best cakes. And everyone at the wedding agreed. They were beautiful, perfect, and DELICIOUS!
Love you, Granny Dot! We will miss you, but are so glad you are no longer in pain. And we know we will see you again one day! Give Dad, Pops, and Papa Fred a hug for me 🙂