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My bgrandma on my bmother's side was an amazing woman, or so I'm told. She wanted to keep and raise my twin sister and me, but my bgrandfather vetoed it.
As it turns out my bgrandmother died in her fifties of sudden heart failure. At the time of her death, my sister and I were seven years old. This would have been a devastating age to lose our primary caregiver, so I'm grateful that my bgrandfather's wishes prevailed.
Still, I grieve the fact that I never knew this wonderful lady who was poet laureate at her college, was a social worker, and was loved and admired by all who knew her.
This past mother's day, my bmother told me that after looking in at us in the nursery at the hospital, my bgrandma said, "When I saw their feet kicking, I knew they would bring some joy into the world." I regret that I brought only loss and sorrow to my bgrandma's life. I wish I'd had the chance to bring her some joy.
-LC
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It's sweet of you to say so.
One way I can get to know her better would be to study her poems. I've been meaning to make copies of her poems some time when I'm visiting my bmother. (We don't get together often as we live on opposite coasts.) Anyway, the poems are in hand-written hardcopy only. Your message gave me an idea: Maybe I'll make a website out of her poems to memorialize her and to preserve her art.
LC
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I can't help but to echo the sentiments the others have already given to you. You are bringing joy to your grandma by remembering her! And I just know she is looking down on you with so much pride! Even though you never knew her, she most certainly knows you and everything about you. I just know she'd be so pleased that you want to keep her memory alive and pass along the stories about her to others.
Have a good day!! -Sheila-
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I was talking to my bmother today on the phone, and she was telling me again about the day her mother died. It was a hot summer day, and they were at the beach at Cape Cod. My grandmother said she wanted to go in the water and walked down toward the waves. A little later, my bmother looked toward the ocean and saw her mother sitting slumped with her feet and legs in the water. She ran to her side, and her mother said, "It's ok, it's only my sciatic hernia acting up." She got to her feet with my bmother's help and as they walked up the beach, she kept saying it's only my sciatic hernia. But at one point as they were walking she said "It's ok, we all have to go sometime." Then she lay down on the sand and people started to gather around. One man ran away to call for emergency help and to get my grandfather. Another man said "Here, cover her face with my cap so the sun doesn't get it her eyes." Then she said, "That's ok, I like the sun" and she died.
My bmother said that her Mother's death was a lot like placing us for adoption. During her pregnancy, she felt quite a bit of joy. She used to pretend she was going to keep us, and wouldn't think much about the impending relinquishment. She loved the feeling of us kicking and the pregnant feeling of being more than one person. Then all this joy quickly turned to pain after the birth when we weren't with her anymore. Same with her Mom. They were having a joyful summer at the Cape, and suddenly her Mom was gone.
Sorry to be posting such a sad message. I hope everyone is having a great weekend (and a wonderful life). We never know when it will be over, so I'm going to try to enjoy all my moments. Off to go hug my son...
Love, LC
PS: Trish I'm going to be writing you soon. I haven't forgotten. It's just a hard topic for me. I know...I brought it up. ;-)
LC, Yout grandmother sounded like an amazing person. How wonderful it must feel to know that both you and your sister were so loved when you were born. I,m sure you are trying to find out as much as you can about her. I think that would help....talk to everyone who knew her, find as many pictures, evan make a scrap book, it might help. Donna
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Lemon....I bet your grandma was amazing! She sure sounds like it! (((warm hugs)))
I feel a really big connection to my birth grandma......although, ironically, she wasn't my mom's mom....Mary Ellen's mom died when she was five, and she was raised by her stepmom, but everyone in the family considers her their mom. Her headstone even says "MOM" on her side, which I thought was a wonderful tribute to someone who did everything she could to give "her girls" a wonderful life.
The first time I visited her grave site, I felt a very close feeling of peace, and she has been with me, in some respects, ever since. My cousin later told me that she worried herself silly over me, and would have been so pleased to know that Shannon and I actually went to high school together, and that we have reconnected! She said that had she known I was so close, she would surely have come to me.......having "one of hers" away from the family was very hard for her!
I have a feeling that the peace that came to me that day, was her peace in knowing I was "found".
Hugs,
Sally
Hi LC
You just need to listen to what you wrote and you will see that you and your sister brought her Joy.
She saw your feet kicking in the hospital and knew you'd bring Joy!!
Anyone who has watched a newborns "taste of freedom" has seen great joy - just seeing those little hands and feet going everywhere :O)
So do not sell yourself short - You did bring her great joy, and i'm sure she still looks down on you and sees joy and pride !d
Snow
Happy is the Heart that believes in Angels