LUCILLE JONES <3.
at four-thirty this morning, one of the most important people in my life took her last breath.
my grandmother. though this was somewhat expected and we all knew she wasnt getting any better, i wasnt ready for it. i just didnt think it would happen right now. my heart did not fail to sink when i got the call this morning.
i am so proud to be related to this woman. im not just saying this because shes gone, but because i have always felt this way. i have always admired and appreciated her. she did so much for me and for my family. when i was just a baby she put her life on hold so she could come take care of me while my mother finished graduate school. and when i got a little older, on the many days when i stayed home sick from school, she never failed to come and take care of me. and of course she did all the grandmother-y things, like making things for my brother and i, buying us things when she really didnt have to, opening her home to us and welcoming us anytime we felt like stopping by. it all meant a lot to me and it still does.
when my grandfather got sick, and when he was dying, no matter how hard it was for her, she stood by his side. and to this day, the most heartbreaking scene i have ever witnessed was at the end of my grandfathers funeral, when my grandmother turned to look at him one last time as we were walking away. and it was so sad seeing this, knowing that was the last time she would ever see the man she spent almost her whole life with.
but it is something i find comfort in now, knowing that wherever he may be, she has joined him and shes not alone anymore.
i leave for texas tomorrow morning (from california to texas, again...)
my grandmother. though this was somewhat expected and we all knew she wasnt getting any better, i wasnt ready for it. i just didnt think it would happen right now. my heart did not fail to sink when i got the call this morning.
i am so proud to be related to this woman. im not just saying this because shes gone, but because i have always felt this way. i have always admired and appreciated her. she did so much for me and for my family. when i was just a baby she put her life on hold so she could come take care of me while my mother finished graduate school. and when i got a little older, on the many days when i stayed home sick from school, she never failed to come and take care of me. and of course she did all the grandmother-y things, like making things for my brother and i, buying us things when she really didnt have to, opening her home to us and welcoming us anytime we felt like stopping by. it all meant a lot to me and it still does.
when my grandfather got sick, and when he was dying, no matter how hard it was for her, she stood by his side. and to this day, the most heartbreaking scene i have ever witnessed was at the end of my grandfathers funeral, when my grandmother turned to look at him one last time as we were walking away. and it was so sad seeing this, knowing that was the last time she would ever see the man she spent almost her whole life with.
but it is something i find comfort in now, knowing that wherever he may be, she has joined him and shes not alone anymore.
i leave for texas tomorrow morning (from california to texas, again...)