Aren’t we all convinced that our Grandma’s are the cutest? My mom’s mom’s name is Mini….I mean…. it does not get much cuter than that. My Grandma Mini got to see her Jesus today and I am overwhelmed with wonder at the mystery of it all. So, here we are again….#BlogTherapy it is. (But seriously, I need to start writing about the good stuff again or else this will just be a place for me to process death!)
- My Grandma Mini was a young grandma. She was only 40 when I was born. For perspective, that’s 5 years younger than I am NOW! (gulp)
- My Grandma Mini was…(how do I put this delicately?) … not known as a great cook….just like me! (I know…you think I can cook. You are wrong. I can make cupcakes. Everything else is dumbed down and faked to the best of my abilities). She and I both claim chili dogs as our specialty dish. Her inability to cook was something she joked about and became one my earliest lessons in “being okay with yourself”…a lesson I wish I’d embraced much sooner.
- My Grandma Mini’s primary life ministry was worship leading (as an alto)….just like me.
- My Grandma Mini was addicted to Sugar Daddy’s…. (the candy, not the lifestyle). In her later years, I would sometimes sneak her one when my mom wasn’t looking.
- My Grandma Mini broke her arm ROLLERSKATING DOWN A STEEP HILL…when I was 6 years old!!! Perspective: that puts her at one year OLDER THAN I AM NOW!’
Man! She was the COOLEST! No other kid my age had such an awesome story about their grandmother.
In her older years, she started to take on some of the more ‘regular’ grandma-ly characteristics. She told the same story over and over and over again…much to the chagrin of my younger brother.
“I’ll never forget when I walked into a room and saw little Peetee reading. He was only four years old. I said, ‘Wow! That’s really good. How did you learn to read like that?’ and you know what he said?….(wait for it) ‘Sarah taught me!’”
Poor Pete. If he heard that story once, he endured it 100+ times. (You’re welcome Pete).
My Grandma Mini had THE BEST “I love you.” I’m not sure I can put it into words, but I’d like to try. First, it must be noted that she never missed an opportunity to tell me that she loved me. But the way she said it was so special. She always said it through the biggest smile. (Go ahead…try it right now). It already sounds awesome, right?! Additionally, she would hang on to the “L” sound for just a hair longer than the rest of it. (smile: “I Llllove you”).
I can hear it in my head now. Lord, I pray it never fades. Her “I love you” had such a profound effect on me, it became the fuel for me making sure the kiddos in my life know I love them unconditionally.
In 2016 she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease and the stories began to fade. (Well, not the ‘Sarah taught Pete how to read’ story. That one was cemented in…I’m pretty sure it was one of the first things she told God upon arrival into heaven).
On January 26, 2018 I happened to be in Fresno for a board meeting and I stopped by to visit her at … well, I lovingly refer to it as “Senior Adult Preschool” but it was some sort of day program for the elderly. I didn’t know what to expect. She was deep into her memory loss. The workers (who knew I was coming) asked my grandma, “do you know who this is?”…..My grandma looked deep into my eyes. She paused. She squinted for recollection. She said, “you’re …my granddaughter.” (cue my tears).
Now…I also must mention, -and I would be remiss to exclude it here today, my Grandma Mini was a survivor of sexual abuse. As a very young adult, she was abused by an older man…a man who was her boss; who quite literally trapped her in his office one night to take advantage of her. That human abuse created life…my mom. I wrote the full story a few years back so I won’t go into it now (you can read about it here). My Grandma Mini, daughter of a Church Pastor in the 1950’s made the most sacrificial decision she could make. Abortion was an option, and some encouraged her to consider it. Instead, she chose life. So, I know without a doubt all those “I love you’s” really meant something; because back in the 50’s….-two decades before I was born, she loved me enough to choose me.
I will forever be so grateful she is my Grandma, and the great grandma of my kids.
“Let this be recorded for a generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise The Lord.”Psalm 102:18 (ESV)
Happy Heavenly Birthday Grandma. Throw on those roller skates and show those streets of gold what’s up!