Wednesday, January 14, 2009

And now she has peace...

As a child, I saw her as this whirlwind with red hair. She was the person who let me bang the pots and pans outside on New Year’s Eve. She was the voice of reason when I wanted to sleep with my shoes on.
She always had Snack Pack pudding on hand.

As a child, she was my grandmother. She clearly had no other role in life except that in my young mind. As I grew older, I realized that she was also somebody’s child; she was a wife, a mother, a sister, a career woman when it was not ‘in’ to be one.
She was a widow.

As a teen, I watched this amazing woman care for her aging mother as well as a handicapped brother. All four of her children came back home to live with her at different points in their lives and she always had room for them (and their children).

As a girl verging on becoming an adult, I forged a relationship with this amazing woman that I never thought possible. In the wee hours of the night when it was just the two of us at home, we would talk – not granddaughter to grandmother, but woman to woman. At a time when I needed a non-judgmental ear, there she was.

As a woman, I watched her red hair fade and various shades of gray emerge. Somehow, it never made her look older. She swam in the pool with my children and was unafraid to be silly and play. My boys cherish their time spent with her because she always made each of them feel special.

As a woman living far away from home, I see her looking frail. Her gait is slower, her pains are greater. She overcame the loss of a husband, the loss of her parents and most of her siblings, but it is the time spent watching the loss of her own life that is the hardest.

As a woman, I cling to the child that I was and the memories of a lifetime being blessed to have this wonder woman in my life.

This morning at 3:40 a.m. my sweet little grandma went home to be with the Lord. I know she is at peace now. Selfishly, I wanted more time. I wanted her to rally once more and to have the chance to see her again. Her last words to me when I saw her in October were "I'll see you again". I know she meant that it would be in Heaven but the little girl in me wishes I could see her now.

I love you, Grandma.

In loving memory of Ida Maddox - August 9, 1923 - January 14, 2009.


mariel said...

oh, Stacey, I am so sorry for the loss of your grandmother. She sounds like an incredible blessing to your family. What a gift to have had such a sweet relationship with her.

I will be praying for God's comfort for your family and for you. love you, girl!

Unknown said...

Wishing you comfort and peace with her passing. Keep in mind she is hearing those awesome words, "Good and faithful servant", She finished the race and is now at the feet of the Savior!!! She will have peace and joy unspeakable, because she is with Him.

Cherish your memories. Take the best of her testimony and caring that she gave to those around her and continue in her ways. (You already do alot of the things you celebrated about her in your post).

Pam C said...

I'm sorry for your loss. The tribute you gave your grandma is just beautiful.

Sylvia Goode Basham said...

Praising God for your sweet memories of your grandmother and praying for Him to hold you through this time.

Dena said...

I'm so sorry for you. What a sweet tribute to what sounds like such a sweet lady. Hugs to you.