Tuesday, October 21, 2003

Today would have been Mawmaw's 90th Birthday

Your 2nd birthday in Heaven. Our 2nd year to bring flowers to your grave in remembrance. The 2nd year we have missed you, terribly. I was remembering today, the last time we celebrated your birthday with you. Although weak, you ate a large barbecue sandwich with fries, and a big piece of lemon meringue pie at Bob Sykes Barbecue. Remember? You said, “Oh, Lord, I don’t think I can eat all of that. I’ll have a piece of that pie too, please.” I giggled, but made sure you didn’t see. You finished every bite, and I just knew that was a good sign. I mean, your appetite was good. I didn’t dream it would be your last birthday with us. I saw the picture at mom’s house this morning, that we took that day. You looked fragile, but still had that feisty sparkle in your eye. What a strong spirit God instilled in you. Papaw used to say, “God won’t allow more on you than you can handle.” God sure must have thought you were strong. By age 49 you had buried 4 children. How on earth did you do it? I freak out when Stephen has an asthma attack. You were there when he was born. I wish I had listened to you when you told me that I was going to have him early. Maybe things would be different. How did you know? You had delivered more babies than the county Dr. in your day. Mothers begged for the Dr. to go get you. That story always made me laugh. You were a servant to everyone. Took care of the sick. Fed the hungry. You were always there for me. When Papaw died, you comforted me when I ran to my room and cried. Somehow you comforted a child who’d just lost her Papaw, and you were strong enough to do it without crying, yourself. But I saw you cry when you kissed him for the last time, and begged them not to close the casket yet. I’ll never forget that moment. I was 10. I always knew you loved Papaw, because you were married to him. That was all my mind and heart could comprehend at that age. That was the first moment in my life that I felt someone else’s pain. The final time I kissed you, before they closed the casket, I felt that pain again. I gave you an angel from Stephen, leaned over, kissed you and said, “give Papaw a hug for me, and I’ll see ya’ll when I get there.”


jslack605 said...

What a wonderful tribute to a beautiful woman. You were certainly blessed to have had her as part of your life.

slowmotionlife said...

Mia - I can only hope that when my own grandmother is gone that I will be able to remember her in such a gentle and honest way as this. With so few words, you've given your grandmother to us all, to remember, to love, right alongside you. As much as our mothers, our grandmothers too shape the women we are to become. Yours was particularly beautiful... and she did a fine job with you, I think. ::smile::

babyshark28 said...

it's hard to type when your all misty eyed....this is truly a beautiful gentle loving entry. thank you for sharing it.

freeepeace said...

Once again, I am here with tears streaming down my face. This is a powerful tribute, beautifully written. Thank you again for sharing yourself with us. Love to you and your family, always.

beverlyg211 said...

Mia - once again you have made me very proud of you. Your tribute to Mawmaw is beautiful.When I think of Mawmaw I remember how she was a giver of herself. I remember giving birth to Joey, I was a young scared 19 year old. I said, Mawmaw I'm afraid I cant take care of him , She smiled and said, don't worry I'm going to be right with you. And she did stay with me at our home. Mawmaw taught me many things, but most of all she taught me how to love unconditionally.

raisinglouisiana said...

This made me think of my own mom, and the
two grandparents I lost in the span of one year.
Those last on earth kisses and goodbyes...but we
will be with them again, that I know. Thanks for
sharing your memories of those special people
in your life...I think I'm getting close to sharing mine
too, you've given me the courage to do that...I'm crying
now, but it's ok, we're all gonna be alright, as Freee as
said in one of her songs...Love you, Penny

asnyandrews said...

You can't even imagen how much me and mom misses mawmaw! She and I talked on Tuesday after Daddy's chemo treatment. She was really down and out but in good spirits because we all know she is in a better place with all the ones she loves. But I can't help wishing she was still here to see my kids.


aims814 said...

Sonya, I know it must be even more difficult for you all and aunt Marie, for the fact that she lived with y'all, and you were indeed closer to her in those last few years. She had the strongest will I've ever seen. I swear that must be where Stephen got his strong will from-otherwise he wouldn't have survived. btw-Mom said uncle John's chemo is going so well. We pray for him every night when Stephn goes to bed. He's another one with a strong will. Love you!