Tiffany’s Corner

Wow. It has been waaay too long since I’ve posted anything. For that I extend my sincerest apologies.

 So, how is everyone? Mostly I’d like to know if anyone is really out there. It seems like lately all the comments I’ve been “moderating” are from stupid programs or something, because all I can see is gibberish. If you’ve read this post or even glanced at my blog, I’d really like to hear from you!

Well, let’s see what’s new…

I’m reading a really interesting book right now called The Shack.

 

 Have you heard of it? Apparently it’s quite a sensational book about a man struggling with a pretty powerful depression after his little girl is murdered. Three years after the date of her abduction he receives a note from God asking him to return to the scene of the crime. Can you imagine what you would do it you were in that man’s shoes?! I don’t know if I would even be able to consider returning to such a dark and menacing place! I’ve done a little searching around on the web, seems like “they” are strongly considering making it into a movie. I’ll be very interested to see how that turns out!

I have a rather somber announcement to make. My grandmother passed away last week. This past Saturday was her memorial service in St. Louis, MO. I wasn’t able to attend, but my Mom is there still helping with all the details.

Growing up I wasn’t very close to my extended family, to include my Grandma Rudy. She was my Mom’s mom. She was a very bitter, hard-living, independent woman. She would rather have lived in a travel trailer in the middle of a campground, surviving on basically nothing, than take money from anyone of her relatives. She smoked like a chimney and washed down her numerous pills with Jack Daniels.

She was loving and tender and totally devoted to her little Pekinese. She yelled at the dog all the time. That poor dog!

 

She sent me cards on my birthdays and Christmas. She couldn’t afford much. If you got a pair of socks from her for Christmas, it really meant alot.

But anything that came in the mail had to be aired out for days, sometimes longer, because of the cigarette smoke.

She was there when my husband and I announced we were getting married, she helped plan and cater the wedding.

Of course, she refused to leave the kitchen during the Rehearsal Dinner, announcing that we were “not her family.”

The last time I saw her was on my Wedding Day. She left my parents’ home and moved back to live with my Uncle Tracey.

She was always much happier with his family. I’m not really sure why. I don’t really understand why we weren’t “her family.” We are pretty disfunctional.

So, for what it’s worth, I love you Grandma. You were quite a lady and I only wish I could have gotten to know you better. You kept things interesting and you gave me a most precious gift, my Mother.

I take comfort in knowing that you are no longer in pain, you are running and jumping and laughing and playing up in Heaven, like you never let yourself do down here on Earth. You can breath, you can smile, you are happy and at peace.

I love you Grandma and we’ll be together again someday.

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Tiffany on April 6th, 2009 | File Under Family, Life | 3 Comments -