Grandma was a Christian. Grandma was born on February 2, 1922 and passed away on Sunday, August 29, 2010. Even though time has passed, there are the days when I still break down. And I remember. I posted this piece on October 31, 2010 but today, the pain and the loss is still alive ... and I felt I needed to repost to honor her memory and to renew my Faith in God. WATCHING A ROSE FADE - I would get home from work to see the message button on my phone blinking. It was usually my Grandmother checking up on the family, or asking me when was the last time I spoke with my Mother. I would call back and we would chat for hours on end, uncaring of the time and ignoring other calls as the phone would alert us of incoming calls. Those were the good old days. It is easy for us to focus on the painful process of aging that has robbed her of vitality in the last few years, but I choose to remember Grandma as she was during the years of my youth. Because her life has been an amazing one that should remind us all of how lucky we were to have had her with us, to have prayed with us and to instruct us how to face and overcome the unpredictable challenges that life deals. Grieving is difficult. In my lifetime, I have been in so many difficult situations where I know, had it not been for my Grandmothers love and prayers, I would not be here today. When I think of Grandma, I visualize the crumbles, mandel bread, ground provision and baked chicken that were standard fare. I can remember us going to the pound market, picking up clothing by the pound so we could pack barrels to send to Jamaica. I remember taking her to Publix and Extra supermarket and hear hear explaining to me the difference between all purpose flour and ordinary flour. I remember the exact spot in the living room where she would sit and watch the 700 club, and where the toys were stored in the den for Natasha, Kimmie and Anitra to play with. I can see Dad sitting at the table or standing by the refrigerator in the garage, listening to BBC1 radio. And I will never forget the Sunday morning trips to the Swap Shop after Church. What fond memories! In the last days, as she prepared for her transition, she would call me and remind me that we only pass this way but once and whatever good we can do, while we are here, we should do it with all our hearts. My heart is filled with fond memories. Even though she has left us, the lessons taught, the wisdom shared and the love she aspired to bestow, will never leave. Even though my eyes are saddened with tears, my heart laughs in joy. Joy at the fact that she can breathe on her own now, she no longer needs the aid of a machine. She can walk about, run, skip, jump and give God the praise without using her walker. I just want to thank God for lending her to us, for she was an angel among us. her faith in God was so profound that we can all be happy knowing that she is sitting in Heaven still watching over us. To some, she was Mother Miller, Aunt, Mom and Sister Vie. To me she was Grandma, my Grandmother. To God be the Glory. I love you Grandma .....
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 06:06:54 +0000
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