It goes without saying that my mother needs to skip this post. Thank You.
My mother’s mother has passed away. I love(d) her very much. When I was in high school and having a stressful week with the school newspaper, Grandma’s house was a refuge from all of that. We’d sit around and watch TV (in later years she discovered the Game Show Network, which ROCKS) and just chill. She didn’t have a computer so I couldn’t wile away the hours on AOL, which was kind of the point. I used that time to bond with her, sit and read and relax.
She was a HUGE Dean Martin fan and had a collection of his movies, music and a singing Dean Martin doll. I think her favorite song was “I Don’t Know Why I Love You (But I Do)”. She even has all the Dean Martin roast tapes, from TV (I think it was a Christmas present from my Mom).
I saw her while I was up north for Xmas. She was in a retirement home. She looked like my Grandma but she wasn’t. She wouldn’t eat or drink much and Mom told me she would pass soon. Grandma repeated herself, like saying “I hurt I hurt I hurt I hurt.”
She doesn’t hurt now, and that is a blessing for her. I love her, and I miss her.
(One of my co-workers has renamed this year Two-Thousand Sucks).