Dear Uterus,
Today is not about me.
Today death visited and took someone.
So today is about her.
One of the first people that saw me on this side of the earth was this woman. I had a bit of a rough start when I was born. I was grey, and I wasn't breathing. My doctor, or rather my mom's doctor sat with me in the nursery-- sitting in a rocking chair-- and it was there that she first saw me.
In the years that followed, that was one of her favorite stories when we got together.
Her friendship with my family started before that, before I was born, when she befriended a young single mom who had just moved to a new place and didn't know anyone. My brother was sickly as a child, he didn't gain weight easily and didn't eat a lot, but he did eat her Taco's... so when he would come over, that's what she would make.
My own grandmothers passed away when I was 3, and 8. This woman stepped in, and took their a place. To us she was "Grandma" and that's what she wanted to be.
When I was twelve, my mom, her and myself piled into her car for our regular lunch date. Except this time when we left the restaurant, a car sped through a light and T-boned us, hitting her side. My mom and her were air-lifted to a hospital two hours away, while I remained unharmed. My pastor at the time headed down to the hospital where he sat and prayed with them and talked with them for hours.
This was another memory she looked back at. She was so grateful for the act of kindness, and she never forgot it.
She met all but one of my mom's grandchildren-- she held each one. They were her family too.
When she had to give up her home and move to the city to live in an assisted care community she wrote letters to my mom.
We visted her when we could.
We'd offer to take her out to eat and she wouldn't go unless her hair was done and her makeup was on. A lady always looked her best when she went out.
She feared we'd forget her. She feared she'd get old, and die and we wouldn't think of her, so she'd give us little mementos when we visited. There's a small angel pin I have now-- a reminder that I';; never need.
This morning, she breathed her last breath. She joined her husband, her son, and her grandson.
She was all that was class, and goodness, and beauty, and I will miss her so much. She used to say "I don't know what he's (God) keeping me around for."
We all knew. It was because she brought a light to our world that we would never be ready to let go of.
-Michelle
Today is not about me.
So today is about her.
One of the first people that saw me on this side of the earth was this woman. I had a bit of a rough start when I was born. I was grey, and I wasn't breathing. My doctor, or rather my mom's doctor sat with me in the nursery-- sitting in a rocking chair-- and it was there that she first saw me.
In the years that followed, that was one of her favorite stories when we got together.
Her friendship with my family started before that, before I was born, when she befriended a young single mom who had just moved to a new place and didn't know anyone. My brother was sickly as a child, he didn't gain weight easily and didn't eat a lot, but he did eat her Taco's... so when he would come over, that's what she would make.
My own grandmothers passed away when I was 3, and 8. This woman stepped in, and took their a place. To us she was "Grandma" and that's what she wanted to be.
When I was twelve, my mom, her and myself piled into her car for our regular lunch date. Except this time when we left the restaurant, a car sped through a light and T-boned us, hitting her side. My mom and her were air-lifted to a hospital two hours away, while I remained unharmed. My pastor at the time headed down to the hospital where he sat and prayed with them and talked with them for hours.
This was another memory she looked back at. She was so grateful for the act of kindness, and she never forgot it.
She met all but one of my mom's grandchildren-- she held each one. They were her family too.
When she had to give up her home and move to the city to live in an assisted care community she wrote letters to my mom.
We visted her when we could.
We'd offer to take her out to eat and she wouldn't go unless her hair was done and her makeup was on. A lady always looked her best when she went out.
She feared we'd forget her. She feared she'd get old, and die and we wouldn't think of her, so she'd give us little mementos when we visited. There's a small angel pin I have now-- a reminder that I';; never need.This morning, she breathed her last breath. She joined her husband, her son, and her grandson.
She was all that was class, and goodness, and beauty, and I will miss her so much. She used to say "I don't know what he's (God) keeping me around for."
We all knew. It was because she brought a light to our world that we would never be ready to let go of.
-Michelle
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