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i was looking through the numbers on my phone to call marie (i'm off this saturday), and i saw little wee's number. i'd barely thought about her the past couple of day, with work being such a big thing.
been crying off and on since then.
i always feel like nobody wants to hear about my grandmother, but i want to talk about her. she was one of the most important people in my life, and i guess i feel like i didn't really appreciate her as much as i should have when she was alive.
there were so many people at the visitation and funeral. like, a cashier from kroger met little wee when she came into the store a couple of years ago to buy a particular brand of pickling spices. they didn't have them. that cashier went everywhere for little wee to try to find them, and when she did (in mt. juliet), little wee brought her a jar or two of pickles. little wee would go to the store sometimes, just to talk to that cashier, even if she didn't have to buy anything.
little wee was one of the kindest, most selfless people i've ever known. i think it broke her heart, being as sick as she was sometimes, 'cause all she ever wanted to do was to take care of everyone else. she always wanted to at least be able to take care of herself, which near the end was pretty hard. all my biggest memories of her are of her doing stuff. she had a wonderful flower garden, was always growing vegetables, she'd play catch with me in the yard, or we'd just walk around outside, she'd have the whole family over for lunch as many sundays as possible. i can't even imagine how hard it was for her when later on, her doctor wouldn't even allow her to walk to the mailbox to get her mail.
she was actually buried with a garden hoe. my dad picked it out. he said she was in heaven, working in the garden, and big wee was there telling her to slow down. my older cousins gave them those names. he was really tall, and she was really short.
back when we grew tobacco, and after she started being less able to help, she'd take a truck to the field and work by herself. the only way dad could get her to stop was to take apart the truck enough so it wouldn't start.
i could never even tell sometimes how sick she was, she refused to act like it. one of the last times i saw her was in the hospital. i think she had pneumonia... the only thing she wanted was to go home. she even thought at first her doctor was joking when he said if she didn't go for treatment, her lungs might fail.
i just miss her so much.
i wish i was there for her more, since she was there for me so much.
i'm sorry for being such a downer.
been crying off and on since then.
i always feel like nobody wants to hear about my grandmother, but i want to talk about her. she was one of the most important people in my life, and i guess i feel like i didn't really appreciate her as much as i should have when she was alive.
there were so many people at the visitation and funeral. like, a cashier from kroger met little wee when she came into the store a couple of years ago to buy a particular brand of pickling spices. they didn't have them. that cashier went everywhere for little wee to try to find them, and when she did (in mt. juliet), little wee brought her a jar or two of pickles. little wee would go to the store sometimes, just to talk to that cashier, even if she didn't have to buy anything.
little wee was one of the kindest, most selfless people i've ever known. i think it broke her heart, being as sick as she was sometimes, 'cause all she ever wanted to do was to take care of everyone else. she always wanted to at least be able to take care of herself, which near the end was pretty hard. all my biggest memories of her are of her doing stuff. she had a wonderful flower garden, was always growing vegetables, she'd play catch with me in the yard, or we'd just walk around outside, she'd have the whole family over for lunch as many sundays as possible. i can't even imagine how hard it was for her when later on, her doctor wouldn't even allow her to walk to the mailbox to get her mail.
she was actually buried with a garden hoe. my dad picked it out. he said she was in heaven, working in the garden, and big wee was there telling her to slow down. my older cousins gave them those names. he was really tall, and she was really short.
back when we grew tobacco, and after she started being less able to help, she'd take a truck to the field and work by herself. the only way dad could get her to stop was to take apart the truck enough so it wouldn't start.
i could never even tell sometimes how sick she was, she refused to act like it. one of the last times i saw her was in the hospital. i think she had pneumonia... the only thing she wanted was to go home. she even thought at first her doctor was joking when he said if she didn't go for treatment, her lungs might fail.
i just miss her so much.
i wish i was there for her more, since she was there for me so much.
i'm sorry for being such a downer.