My beloved grandmother died Monday morning at 2am. She and my grandfather were the first parents I ever had.
She had a stroke about 10 years ago and went from a mean ole snake to a funny silly woman. She was always fond of watching people fall down, loved all videos of men getting hit in the crotches and very much loved her grandbabies. After her stroke she still loved these things along with grabbing her son-in law's butts and farting and pooping on whoever was changing her diaper.
My grandmother loved me. I was her favorite. I am not saying that because I think that but because the whole family will tell you that. Her favoritism passed down to my son Allen. He went with her every where. Se would come and get him from my house and 3 days latter I would be begging her to please bring him home. Wherever grandma was, Allen would be right beside her. He told me as she lay there dying and we all were crying that he looked around the room. Frank was hugging me. Judy was hugging Nelson and my mom was hugging Trey. He said he then realized there was no one left to hug him anymore. That will ring in my ears for the rest of my life.
She finally gave up her fight at 2:20am Monday morning with all of her kids and most of her grandkids and great grandkids at her side. Not just at her side but with every one of our hands all of her little body when she took her last breath. We should all be that lucky.
I love you my sweet grandma and you will be missed.