this is a special entry dedicated to my gramma b that passed away last wednesday. she was ornery, and stubborn and pigheaded and was never afraid to tell anyone what she thought... her famous lines were "huh!", " you're the limit". "oomfta", "hooo hoo", "im getting old you know", " juuuuuuuudddddddyyyyyy!", " ronnie my brother", "that damn hoolio!" , and countless others.. she was witty and never backed down from a good argument.. and hated playing rummy with grandpa cause he was a damn cheater, even though she was always the one cheating. i remember our trip to winnipeg to see tami jo.. 8 hours in the back seat with gramma wasn't bad but the half hour in the restaurant of the hotel with her was.. if she wasn't yelling at the top of her lungs about having the diarrhea and needing imodium she was talking about how all the chinese waiters looked the same (the waiters were filipino).. i will always remember going over to aunty judy's and walking through the front door and first thing hearing gramma yelling "juuuuuuuuuddddy get me some coffee!" or telling the dogs to quit their barking... or going to visit her in the hospital and her telling me she had an infection in her katopakis (esophagus) or a cracked flelvis (pelvis) or calling dr. padiachi "dr. adapachi".. you could never get a good nights sleep with gramma in the house because she went to bed at 6 every afternoon and was up every morning at 4. i remember spending the night at aunty judy's once and grandma came in at 5am to get me up for work.. i didn't work till 11. but of course grandma was always right and i wasn't allowed to go back to sleep... she always offered hot cocoa when you went to visit and her freezer was always stocked with frozen goodies. there was a soft side to grandma too. she was always so full of love and ready for hugs, she took care of you when you were sick and picked you up when you were feeling down.. she will be forever remembered..... she will be the wind that rustles the leaves in the fall, the snowflakes that fall from the sky in the winter, the flowers that bloom in the spring... she will be everywhere, in everything we do. her love will inspire us and help us to grow. she will always be with us.
If tears could build a staircase and memories were a lane
We would walk all the way to heaven, to bring you home again
No farewell words were spoken, no time to say good-bye
You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why
Our hearts ache in sadness, and secret tears will flow
What is meant to lose you, no one will ever know.
-anonymous
xoxo t.
