Thursday, October 18, 2012

My Granny

I'm sitting up, unable to get to sleep tonight because thoughts of my granny keep swarming through my mind.  I'm pretty sure that Wilma Joyce Brunson had an impact on everyone she encountered.  She's a fine example that if you DO pay attention to the "small stuff" in life, it can pay off in all the ways that truly count.

Quick rant:  Honestly, I still can't wrap my head around this whole thing.  And...I think it's so ironic that my granny, the "germaphobe" who has been completely healthy her entire life, contracted such life threatening illnesses in such a short time.  Seriously, it pisses me off to no end.  I don't want to blame God, but I'm not afraid to admit I'm extremely irritated with Him about not letting her stay with us longer.  Selfish, I know.  

Anyhow, since I really don't know how to cope, I thought I'd just share some things about Granny that I loved in order to process my thoughts a little better.  One thing that really impressed me about her was that she always spoke to people.  She never believed or acted as if she was any better than anyone else.  I NEVER saw her try to belittle anyone or make any person that she interacted with not feel important.  That small gesture is so huge...and so rare.  

Also, I love her cooking.  No one on this planet can make turkey and dressing as good as her!!  How I wish I could have it one more time!  I LOVE the fact that she didn't laugh, she cackled....and she did it a lot.  I love how she always discussed diets with me.  I love how she spoke truthfully what was on her mind, and did it plainly.  However, I'm inclined to believe that she might've lied more often if she could have gotten away with it.  She was a terrible liar....you could always tell when she didn't approve of something.  I love how she always twisted her wedding ring with her thumb when she was talking.  I love her smile.  I love her "roll call".....which is going through everyone else in the family before she finally gets to the right person's name that she's wanting.  I love that she went to church all the time.  I love how she loved her family and told me on more than a few occasions that she was proud of all of us.  I love that she asked about my childhood friends.  I love that she wanted all her family to get along, which is a challenging task...given the personalities in our family. ;-)  I love that she told me on a family trip one time when I was a kid that "Louisiana is a dirty state" and wouldn't let me touch anything when we got out at a rest stop.  Ha!  I don't know where she got that, but it still makes me smile...and I still think about it when anyone mentions the state.  I love how she put down 3lbs of toilet paper around the seat in public bathrooms.  I love how, for 33 years, she has taken the time out of her life to give me a birthday card and would go to great lengths to be sure she got it to me on time.  It really meant the world to me.  I love how, for some reason, she always put an accent mark on top of my "e" at the end of my name.  I love how she called sodas/cokes a "cold drink".  I love how she made all men that ate at her table put a shirt on.  I love how she was fairly well off, but loved a good bargain, and always dressed conservatively.  I love that she always took up for Jim, the hairstylist.  I love that she drove a car that always seemed too big for her to maneuver.  I love how she put her family before herself.

Well, I could go on and on all night about things I love and will miss about my granny, but really what it boils down to, most of all, is I love how she loved me.



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