Bye, Mudder

My grandmother died this morning.

The weird thing is that I'm pretty sure I saw her in my bathroom last night. It was 4:45am and I tend to hallucinate when I'm exhausted. But I saw something out of the corner of my eye when I was brushing my teeth. A flutter, a gauzy flash reflected behind me in the mirror. And I thought of her.

Then, this morning I got the call.

I was very briefly trying to figure out a way to go to the funeral. Get a nurse for a whole day and maybe leave early morning and come back that night. Maybe bring the wee one to see his cousins for the day.

But it's all impossible. Too much money, no nurses.
No time. And what if something happened with Ike-a-saurus while I was gone?

This is the only funeral of all my grandparents that I will have missed. I guess that's because I'm old now and have my own problems – a testament to her for living so long!

We love you, Mudder. We miss you. Go dawgs.

7 thoughts on “Bye, Mudder

  1. Mudder loved you, too -very much. She knows you will be there in your heart. You will be missed, but you are needed there with your precious family and we must go on with the living. I’m sure that was her in your bathroom! She probably stopped by to check on you and say goodbye.
    You Are Loved.


  2. My favorite Mudder story was from a few years ago when Pop and I were driving her back to her home near Blue Ridge after she stayed a few days with Pop and Tutu. I was driving and it started lightly flurrying out and Mudder emphatically states from the back seat, “Oh Donnie, I don’t like the look of all this snow!”. To which Pop had to reply, “It’s ok, Mudder, Chris is used to driving in this kind of weather.” She was a hoot. We miss you and we love you, Mudder.


  3. I dreamt of my grandmother the night she died. I’m *sure* that was your Mudder saying goodbye. She looks like one very awesome lady. Prayers for you and your family.


  4. I’m sorry for your loss, but it sounds like you had a wonderful Mudder. Hope your happy memories of her make you smile today. Take care.


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