Great Grandma Davis
my dad came home yesterday afternoon and said he was going to visit my grandma and asked if i wanted to go. i was about to, then realized it was already 2pm and i hadn't gotten n e h/w done and was going to roger williams the next day, so i should probably stay home and get my h/w done. and IN MY HEAD!!! i was thinking is that a good idea?? i was thinking to myself!!!! who knows if there will be a next time, she is soooo old, who knows!!! i said that to myself!!!! i was thinking that!!!!
dad comes home, few hours later, we get a call from the jewish home where she was, she had died.
HOW?!?!? how is that possible! she was perfectly fine when my dad went to see her, she even got up to walk around and see all her friends, she knew what was happening... she was saying good bye. the weird thing is, my dad usually goes to see her on sundays, but couldn't this weekend cuz he was coming to roger williams w/ me, so he decided to go on saturday, and in the afternoon at that, usually he goes early in the morning. when my dad went to go see her, she was eating cookies and juice w/ my dad having conversations, she was very much w/ it. she had just eaten her dinner and was sitting in her chair in the hall and her room mate was in her room, and she just went. just like that. w/ no pain at all. peaceful.
and damn it! i felt it!!! i felt it!! for some reason i thought that, and i didn't go, i always feel guilty when i say no to my dad. and now, she's gone.
when we got the call we went down there so my parents can see her before they took her away. her room mate, sarah, pooor poor sarah. i feel sooo horrible for her. she was a mess. she was like my adopted grandma there. she is very much still w/ it and very compident. she took care of my grandma, as she called her, her "baby". always helped her, even though my grandma said she didn't like her at all sometimes... lol. we just laughed. sarah was sooo sweet to her. and took care of her and was her best friend. this poor lady, had to go sleep back in that room tonight. thank god for the very nice nurse that loved grandma, stayed w/ sarah til she fell asleep.
as we told sarah, we aren't done here. we r still gonna come back and visit her, we would never just leave her.
Great Grandma Davis, you lived a very long life, experienced many things and i have lots of stories to remember you by that you told me. you always asked me what date my bat miztvah was, cuz even at 13, she wanted to make sure she made it to that. she did the same thing for my sister when she was 13. The date she was then waiting for was my graduation. she use to always ask me about that, wanting to make it. it was like goals. she had to make it to certain goals and dates for her great grand children. but when i walk down the isle, the day of graduation, i will be thinking of her, as she watches over me. i know she will be very proud.
i will never forget, all the yiddish words that would just pop out of her mouth, "a michia", and how we went there and she was always showing us off, even though we met these people many times, and who can forget those amazing blonde brownies we loved, always looking forward to them, and mondol bread, yum.
Great Grandma Davis, you lived an amazing 95 years, and God said it was your time. and i am so lucky to have you as my great grandma, as you told me so much about my family history. i wish i could have said yes to my dad yesterday and see you one last time, i know u can forgive me, but i still have many memories of you. I miss you so much already. I love you.
October 18, 1909-April 2, 2005.
<3 Beth-Ann