I'm a self proclaimed Princess ( it's also what my name means...no seriously) and like most newborn boys, he initiated me into motherhood by peeing all over me the first day home from the hospital. I was grossed out and completely terrified that my life was never going to be about anything else other then cleaning pee and poop out of my clothes.Thankfully, he learned to aim, and I'm learning to take this crazy life in stride.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"When Yah Gotta Go, You Gotta Go!"
Monday as you will remember, started off with vomit. Tuesday started off with poop all over the crib, and ended on a sad note with a sweet old lady going to be with Jesus. Grandma Polly made everyone call her Grandma, because everyone who walked through her door she saw as family. She was fiesty and often said inappropriate things but didn't care. She always had cookies to hand out, stories to tell and loved a good party. If you came back from shopping she'd always ask you " Buy me anything good?". She moved her furniture around daily, and she always asked for help at the most inopportune times. But we did it....with smiles on our faces. She did this up until a month before she died. She was 88. She was practically if not most certainly deaf, but would never admit it. In order for her to hear you you would have to scream in her ear, which in my case, almost always invoked the teasing from the others around me since I screamed the loudest (it's a gift). She would always let you know if your shirt was too tight, or your pants were too low...and since she couldn't hear she'd yell it. So EVERYONE knew if she thought your shirt was too tight or your pants were too low. And if anything was hanging out....well...you were done for. If you brought her food that you made and she didn't like it she'd give it to the cat. She's been such a special part of our lives, and it's going to take some getting used to to not having her here. But no matter how hard it is to say goodbye,I just keep thinking that we should all be so lucky. She died holding the hands of the ones she loved. She lived long enough to see 43 grandchildren come into this world, and she made everyone she met feel special. And I wouldn't be in the least surprised if somewhere up in Heaven, right now, she was moving furniture around. My guess is, is that she has alot more helpers now. Kenny and I miss you Grandma Polly. We wish you could have stayed with us longer but as you so eloquently used to say, " When yah gotta go, you gotta go!"
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You have so captured the essence of Grandma Polly in this post! Well done, Sarah. She will be truly missed and I can't wait to see her in heaven. I'll even help her move some more furniture! :)
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