The house is very quiet, it's a different kind of feeling nowadays. A walk up the stairs is met with an empty chair in the corner.
A woman born into a broken home, sent her loved ones off to wars and survived The Great Depression, and all the while coming out on top of it all. A mother of 8, and a widow for the last 40 years, and still; coming out on top. There are almost 100 people that have been touched by this woman's legacy and that's just family. Almost 30 grandkids and almost 50 great grandkids, what a family. She lives through us all, generations now and forever will carry her with us through every single trial and tribulation and draw strength from her. Although she looks down on us now, she is flowing through our veins, always in our hearts and forever on our minds. This is the greatest woman I've ever know, and the greatest friendship I will ever have.
To be able to see a loved one take their last breath is a powerfully sad and happy experience. To know that people die with no one next to them or without being able to say goodbye, is something I would not like to imagine. Appreciate the life you have, even if you think its pretty crappy. Appreciate the people in it, family or not. Don't ever go to bed mad at your loved one, and don't argue over dumb stuff. Tell them you love them, tell them you appreciate them and cherish every moment you are able to share. One day you won't have the opportunity.
We try to prove that and we try to prove this, but faith is all about believing in something that can't be proven. There doesn't have to be a science behind it, its about what you feel in your heart and what your soul desires to seek. Gram was the epitome of a faith bearing woman, and I may never meet another woman that shared such a great relationship with her creator. As years passed when she was unable to attend mass, you could find her in that chair, Rosary and prayer books in hand; every morning. Father would visit once a month to pray with her and they grew very close to each other. They were a blessing to each other. She waited for him to come and give her a holy death, and send her home to her husband and dance with the angels. She held on until he retuned home after being gone for a couple days, as soon as he arrived and within a minute of prayer...she took her last breath.
I really miss her, I miss her hugs, kisses and silly faces. I miss State St. I miss her crazy looks and her green sweat suit. I miss losing to her in Rummikub. I miss watching game shows and crappy Hallmark movies with her. I miss having her call my mom because I didn't want to spend the night at her house. I miss walking the streets and taking the bus to the mall and picking up coins off the ground as we passed them. I miss her cooking, I miss her smile. I miss talking loud so she could hear, I miss her head nods when she couldn't hear what I said, but didn't want me to know. I miss looking over and seeing her sleeping in her chair. I miss her face. I miss her love and I miss her guidance. I really just miss...her…
I LOVE YOU GRAM…
