I have always wanted to write but didn't know what to write. I can now write articles about what I like and I love it.
This article is my way of saying goodbye to my recent family loss. Just this month, I lost a grandfather and a grandmother within two days. Everyone deal with death in their own way. There is no wrong or right way to grieve.
My grandfather (my dad's father) died on September 1st of this month and my grandmother (my husband's grandmother) died the next day on September 2nd. So I had two deaths to grieve. My grandfather lived in Maine so I couldn't go to his funeral but I will be able to go to my grandmothers since we live close by. Closure is always good. I will get closure this week when I go to my grandmother's graveside services. So for me to get closure I decided to write this goodbye article.
I wrote poems and had them published when I was a teenager. So when my cousin died unexpectedly, I wrote this poem for him. When my grandmother and grandfather died, this poem reflected how I felt.
You can't escape it
one minute you are here
The next you are gone
You can't run away from it
It always catches up
with you, and it doesn't
care who dies or who
it leaves behind.
My grandfather was born on July 13, 1934 in Dixmont Maine. During his lifetime, he worked in the woodsas a logger, worked in junkyards, was a millwright, spinner, heavy equipment mechanic, maintenance man, and a carpenter. He married my grandmother (she died in 2004) in 1954 and they had 7 children.
Growing up, hunting was a big event in my family. Every year the menfolk would go hunting and bring the deer back to my grandparent's place. The men would tan it, cut it up and our womenfolk would wrap it and package it. My fondest memories are that I would be helping gramps cutting it up and then taking it into the dining room so the women could package it.
Holidays were big also. Christmas was great fun. We would pick names and whoever we picked we would buy a gift for them since there were so many of us. There was always great fun at my grandparent's home. I spent a lot of time at their house since we lived next to them.
I met my grandmother ten years ago when I moved from Texas to Washington. I had met my husband on an online dating website and we were communicating for a year before I quit my job and moved to Washington to be with him. I had arrived here on a Saturday and I met her the next day at church. We took to each other instantly. She wanted me to live with her until my husband and I got married. So I lived with her for 6 months. She was a great Christian lady who loved helping people. She was a seamstress and she loved to garden. We even made two skirts for me to wear. There are so many memories that I have but I will mention two.
When my husband proposed to me it was at grandma's home in her living room. When it came time to find a dress, it was just gram and I. I remember going to the mall looking for a dress in a prom store. We saw this white prom dress that I loved but it was too small for me so we left and wandered in more stores looking for the perfect wedding dress. Then grams says that she could fix it since she was a seamstress. The funny thing was when we were looking at the dress, we both forgot that she could fix the dress. We both laughed. We went back to get the dress and she did fix it. She made the dress perfect. She added some sequins and sewed a wrap that would go with the dress and made the straps wider.
Another funny memory is that she made my wedding cake and my husband's groom cake. I had come home and she told me that she had my cake done. She came out with this cake and I was surprised because I was expecting something bigger and prettier. She started laughing and told me that it was the groom's cake, not my cake. I was relieved and started laughing with her.
What I love about gram is that when I arrived here, I didn't know anyone and hadn't even met my husband until the day I arrived here. But Gram decided to accept me and started introducing me to everyone as her granddaughter even before my husband and I were engaged. She helped me and years later when she had a stroke I helped her until she died. She will be missed.