On January 19, 2010 I lost my last grandparent. My grandma passed away in her sleep. She was living in a nursing home for the past year and had really deteriorated in the past few months. She was 92.
I had a unique relationship with my grandma. She had 4 boys. When i was born, she treated and spoiled me as her girl. She was my daycare for the first two years of my life. When I was two my grandpa died and my grandma decided to move to Las Vegas, "her dream". We visited her almost every year and she would drive out to see us. She bought my my American Girl doll when I was 7. She was a talented seamstress and able to copy the outfits from the cataloge. She moved back to my town when
I was a freshman in highschool. We always had a special bond before, but this is when it turned into a friendship.
I met my grandma every saturday morning. We went grocery shopping, ran errands, and always went to lunch. We talked about my dad growing up, tv shows, current events, sporting events, celebrity gossip (she loved gossip! and trash magazines). We did this until I went to college. She gave me her car when she decided she could no longer drive. I would come home at least once a month to see her and we talked on the phone twice a week. After college I moved to St. Louis for grad school. We still had many phone calls and our visits continued. When I was planning my wedding, all she wanted was to live to go to it. We shopped for her dress together. I am so grateful she lived to attend. My other grandma died a week after graduated college very unexpectedly. When i moved to NC, I thought it would break her heart. We still had many phone calls and I would send her pictures.
I last saw her at Christmas this year. I just knew it would be the last time I saw her. I am so grateful for the time I got to spend with her and the relationship we had.
