My grandmother passed away on the 25th. I'm not sad. I don't think anybody is if they really thought about what it would mean for her if she was still suffering on this planet. She was a beautiful innocent creature whose fingers created beauty wherever they went. When I was a little girl I got to go to grandma's house every summer and winter. Her house magically transformed depending on which season I visited. In the summer, her garden was a fanciful forest of trees and flowers and berries and pathways with a babbling brook placed in the middle. Breakfast time was busy as she bustled around the kitchen making "Mr. Macadew's" breakfast of rolled oats mixed with an assortment of bottled fruit from their garden. Never were there unpleasantries when she was around unless Mr. Macadew's realistic feel on life penetrated her bubble of happiness. She had a coral pink bathroom, tiles, tub, sink, toilet, and all and it had my Grandma's smell. It was hers. It was always there every time I arrived in the summer. She'd instigate the process of homemade ice cream out the back door. When she got older and bed ridden her spirits would brighten if someone would make her popcorn with butter and Vegit.
"Over the river and throught the woods to Grandmother's house we go!" In the wintertime that was her house. You really did have to drive over a stream of water and through some woods to get to her house, and sometimes there was snow. When I was young and she walked, the house was always decorated up for Christmas before we arrived. I could go on and on about the things her fingers created.
How much of her has affected my life? There is so much I don't know about her. But just being in her home and seeing the late afternoon sun reflect through her collection of prisms on her sitting room wall, the feel of my toes walking on her quiet carpet, and seeing her dusty piles of cards and letters on her writing table tells me that she was there and whether I know it or not, I have parts of her in me.
Meanwhile, as I prepare for another small move to go to her funeral in Utah, the boys and I are enjoying ourselves in this blessed country.