I remember most the time spent with my Granny when I was younger. My dad would go bowling with his twin, Ronnie. We all met at Granny's house and while they bowled, she kept me. And by kept me, I don't mean watched after me to ensure that I didn't get hurt. I mean, she let me do whatever I wanted. She would play puzzles with me, read to me, let me sit in her chair and watch what I wanted; all without any complaints. She was a great grandmother.
My dad spoke at the funeral yesterday and told his story of what a faithful, Godly, loving mom she was. See, I only knew her as Granny, but he knew her as Mom. She never raised her voice, cooked them three meals a day and cared for two rambunctious boys with little help from her 100% disabled husband. I cannot imagine the strength that must have required. She worked hard as a beautician to make sure Ronnie and Donnie had all that they needed for school. My dad told a story yesterday. Here is my best recap:
"When we were about to head off to college, my mom took us to a clothing store in downtown Gadsden. We picked out a few things and she talked to the clerk. I overheard her tell the clerk, "If you get these boys some nice clothes so they will look like the other boys at school, I promised I will pay you five dollars a week for the rest of my life."
That is a commitment only a mom would make.
I cannot decide what I will miss most about Granny - the fried apple pies, grape jelly, her sweet soft voice, hosting every family get-together for as long as I can remember, or just quick little phone calls to check in.
She will be missed but I am so happy to know she is joyful in heaven today.
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