I have so many wonderful memories of my grandparents. Ones of sleepovers, family meals, road trips and
just daily living…I was fortunate to have lived close to both my mom’s and my
dad’s parents growing up and I really can’t imagine life any different. With both my mom and dad working full time, I
imagine they were thankful to have the support close by too. Over the past 21 years, I’ve slowly had to say
my earthly goodbyes to them and today I had to say goodbye to my last living
grandparent, my Grandma Deen.
My Grandma Deen spoiled me.
Not with things, but with her time, her talents and her love. She worked in the bed babies at the daycare I
went to and she use to tell me that while all the other kids would nap, she and
Ms. Margie would teach me to walk. She
loved to sew and made lots of my clothes, all of my Halloween costumes and
really anything I brought her the stuff for. We had
several traditions…like when I would spend the night she would let me have
coffee (with a lot of milk), we went to the holiday open houses and home shows
together every year she was able, she made me homemade chicken salad when I
would come home from UT and a fresh coconut cake every Christmas. I use to go with her to visit her mom in the
country where she would take me to the variety store and let me get the stuff
to make potholders. She always had gum
in her purse and I can still remember the smell of her large purple car. I use to play in her collection of thimbles,
patterns, buttons and thread when she kept me when I was sick and I can
remember her telling my mom…I really think she is fine Donna. She had great faith. She lived the Bible and I don’t mean she knew
all the verses (but I do believe she knew a lot of them). I mean her actions were pure. She was always volunteering as a Pink Lady at
the Hospital, at The Good Neighbor Center or at their church. I can remember going on many volunteer
outings with her…to get plants for the hospital gift shop, to sell dinner
tickets at church or to wrap plants.
She used to write me a weekly letter when I was at UT. It always started off with what she had fixed
for dinner that day. I still have them
all. When Grandma went into assisted
living 5 years ago, it was my turn to write her a weekly letter. Mine usually started with how much I had
worked that week! Man I will miss
writing her letters. Being the oldest granddaughter,
I have her right hand ring, which was made from my Grandpa Tex’s mother’s
wedding ring (I remember the story about how a lady came to the door needing to
use the restroom and she let her in…well the lady stole her rings and she
realized the minute she had left that her rings had been in the bathroom…my
Grandma chased that lady down to get her rings back…I can’t even picture
this!). My other prize position is a
book that my Grandma wrote for me called A Grandmother’s Memories. It contains stories of her life and of her
favorite memories of me. She gave it to
me the Christmas of my senior year at UT and I cherish it so much.
While I know life since my Grandpa Tex passed hasn’t been a
fairytale, she lived a wonderful 90 years and I’m so thankful for how she influenced
me the last 35 of them. I’m also
thankful to have spent so much time with her and especially spending yesterday
with her. It was a hard day for her and
for the first time I think she didn’t know who we were. She was so restless that they called in emergency
hospice to help calm her down. While mom
and my aunt were filling out the paperwork, I prayed with her that our God
would wrap his arms around her and shower her with love, peace and comfort that
can only come from Him. Then I sang all
the bible songs that I could remember…that I’m sure she sang to me as a
child. It was hard to see her like that,
but I was glad to be there for her.
I try to live like she did...She lived her life with great joy...with a
clean heart (and house!), giving of her talents to help others and being there for her
family. I dream of the day I can retire and become a pink lady.
She was genuine to her core, and she
was always there for me. Grandma
Deen, You will be greatly missed, but you will forever hold a piece of my heart.
This picture was taken 5 weeks ago when I had gone to Cabot to spend the day with her. Last weekend when Lily was spending the night we were scrolling through the pictures on my phone and she said..."Wait Brooke...go back to the one with Grandma Deen. She looks so happy."
This picture was taken in 1984. Grandma gave it to me and told me it was her favorite of us.
This was from 1987, when I went with my Grandparents to the Stutts Family Reunion. I remember that I was gone a week and I didn't loose my pony tail holder! I also remember swimming in the Olympic size pool at Henry Horton State Park with my Grandpa Tex. Oh and the family of skunk that was living in the fire hydrant at that same park!
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