The last 3 days have been a rollercoaster that took a toll on all that were a part of the events that unfolded. All had their own individual set of grieving but it was the togetherness that kept things moving forward. Emotions were at their peak levels, some were higher than others but you knew and felt the raw and authenticity of those emotions even beyond reasoning or understanding.
For 3 days, the world stood still as my family prepared, went through and going through the process after of saying goodbye to my grandmother. The funeral in and of itself was the toughest of them all for obvious reasons but it was also a sight of genuine love and coming together that made that tough day not so much easier but tightening what we all needed. Each other. The woman that truly started it all with us was laid to rest with every generation that came after her celebrating her life and bringing memories that will last a lifetime. When I say every generation, it's not an exaggeration; her two children, her 6 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren all attended. She lived to see all these people be born and grow.
My grandmother left behind a legacy that is the stuff of legends. Born into a world that had arguably the greatest boom in American history, lived through the great depression, saw many presidents sworn in, saw a man walk on the moon, held multiple jobs, ran an antique store, raised two kids by herself, retired at the age of 83, was still a child when the Babe hit 60 and so much more. But, like the above, saw every generation born and grow, the oldest being almost 24 and the youngest being around 8, not many people can say that. She was 105 and gave us something to remember and cherish.
Our world will never be the same again especially to her two kids, my father and my aunt. To us grandkids, no more nights of laughter, confiding and being with the person that helped shape us individually. If there was ever someone who knew how to keep fighting to the bitter end, it was her. She was the closest to us that was considered immortal and if the words "There can be only one" had a name, it was my grandmother's. For her great-grandkids, they learned the hand that held us before them and will live on knowing where they came from and what she represented in the very depths of the human soul that will never be duplicated.
I'm grateful to have seen this woman live for so long it's still mind boggling. To have lived as long as she did with the way she ate and drank, it aught to be scientifically studied. I don't think there was ever a time she turned us away, she lifted us up when we were at our low points, she carried our pain, our sorrows and she taught us what it means to be a family.
I had the honor of helping her go into the earth next to at least two of her siblings and her parents. I helped one of my sisters read a passage in the bible so she wouldn't do it alone. I got to read my Beacon Of Light Article to all who attended the luncheon after the service upon request of my dad and was happy to do it. I was helped by a nephew, my brother, my uncle and my brother-in law to carry her to the hearse and to her burial place. It was one of those surreal moments that will never fade.
My siblings, cousins and I all have memories that will carry in our hearts forever and she gave us all something that will never leave us, her hand on our shoulders as she watches us continue on in our lives to be there for the ones we love as she had done for us unconditionally. I will miss her everyday and use her lessons that have been instilled since the day I was born. She was and always will be the greatest strength that our family ever had.
