Thursday, October 21, 2010


In the history of the world there have been countless Grandmothers, Gramas, Grannies, MeeMaws and Nanas

but never before has there been a Popsy.

It has been 11 years since we began saying goodbye to her.

A few weeks ago I found myself at her bedside not sure where to begin or what to say.

It hurts to see her fade. To know that the time that we have with her is ending.
She has been gone for so long in so many ways but still this hurts.

And so I find myself telling her about the things that, as I have grown, found that she gave me and the litany of things that we have in common.

I am a wife now, like her,
I am a mother now, like her,
I too have a son and a daughter, like she did.

I told her of her great-grandchildren who know who she is and what she looks like, but never had the chance to know her, or eat her pimento cheese sandwiches.

I laughed and told her that her sewing lessons weren't a complete waste.  That the dresses I sew for Miss Thing are simple, but she loves them.

I told her that I had found the most perfect shade of red lipstick and that every time I wear it I think of her.

And today this long goodbye has come to an end.

She was an exceptionally intelligent and educated woman who in her life knew a great and abiding love.

She raised the man who became my Dad.

She gave me an Aunt who truly sees me.

She was a sister,
a daughter,
a mother,
a wife,
a grandmother,
a great grandmother.

She was a lady.

She survived the unimaginable and buried a daughter.

She did all of these things with grace and with all of her heart.

Even in these last days she and Carl were busy at work teaching us all a thing or two about how to love.

And if, by some chance, there is another Popsy somewhere out there. Never will there be another who can measure up to ours and the touch she had on our lives.

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