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this morning my mother calls at 5 am. about 15 minutes ago, actually.
she's crying. i groggily say hello, and ask her whats up. she tells me that my grandma, my dad's mom, had died this morning.
the most wonderful lady you will ever meet, last time i was home i gave her a ride in my car, a beetle, which she loves. she told me when i move back that we'll have to do more of that, driving around. either that or she'll just have to take my car. i made her cry on that trip. not out of sadness, but tears of joy. i took her palces that she hasnt been in a long time, not since her kids were little. she said,'oh elizabeth, you made your grandma cry' i cried along with her, because she's always evoked these feelings in me, always made me feel so wondderful.
in her life she had accomplished so much. she worked for a long time, until her health wounldnt let her. when my grandpa was alive, she would take people into her house that wasnt able to live on their own, people who just need a little bit of help to make it, and she let them live there for as long as it took. she was always kind and helpful, with many stories to tell. she could have written a book about her life experiances if she had put her mind to it.
she knew half of milwaukee too, and had family and friends everywhere in the united states. she knew how to tlk someone's ear off that she never met before. people could just come right into her home and she would accept them. she wasnt judgemental, well, not bad, anyways. she knew how to make people feel goood about themselves. it just makes my heart heavy that someone like her has passed away. everyone loved her.
i knew she was going downhill for a while now. in and oput of the hospital. blood transfusions all the time. she was just in the hospital a copuple of days ago, and she just had gotten back into the nursing home, which was supposed to be for rehab. years of smoking will do that to you, i suppose. it is a fact of life. she was almost eighty. last time i was home i had to help her take a shower. lotion her legs. she wasnt doing that great.
Martha Pikalek, ill never forget your beautiful face. You are an icon in my book, and the most wonderful person i will ever meet.
she's crying. i groggily say hello, and ask her whats up. she tells me that my grandma, my dad's mom, had died this morning.
the most wonderful lady you will ever meet, last time i was home i gave her a ride in my car, a beetle, which she loves. she told me when i move back that we'll have to do more of that, driving around. either that or she'll just have to take my car. i made her cry on that trip. not out of sadness, but tears of joy. i took her palces that she hasnt been in a long time, not since her kids were little. she said,'oh elizabeth, you made your grandma cry' i cried along with her, because she's always evoked these feelings in me, always made me feel so wondderful.
in her life she had accomplished so much. she worked for a long time, until her health wounldnt let her. when my grandpa was alive, she would take people into her house that wasnt able to live on their own, people who just need a little bit of help to make it, and she let them live there for as long as it took. she was always kind and helpful, with many stories to tell. she could have written a book about her life experiances if she had put her mind to it.
she knew half of milwaukee too, and had family and friends everywhere in the united states. she knew how to tlk someone's ear off that she never met before. people could just come right into her home and she would accept them. she wasnt judgemental, well, not bad, anyways. she knew how to make people feel goood about themselves. it just makes my heart heavy that someone like her has passed away. everyone loved her.
i knew she was going downhill for a while now. in and oput of the hospital. blood transfusions all the time. she was just in the hospital a copuple of days ago, and she just had gotten back into the nursing home, which was supposed to be for rehab. years of smoking will do that to you, i suppose. it is a fact of life. she was almost eighty. last time i was home i had to help her take a shower. lotion her legs. she wasnt doing that great.
Martha Pikalek, ill never forget your beautiful face. You are an icon in my book, and the most wonderful person i will ever meet.