Last night I made the drive I’ve made so many times in my life. I parked the car, rang the buzzer and was let in. She was sitting in her chair, as always, and she was watching TV. The NBA Finals, no doubt rooting against the hated Lakers. I stroked her white hair and gently kissed her head. But it wasn’t hello and there was no joyous greeting like the countless times before. This time it was goodbye. THE goodbye.
My grandmother died last night.
Patricia Keeler, 74, aka the best grandmother on the planet died in her sleep. Which is amazing considering her health problems and frequent hospital stays over the years. She was my last remaining grandparent and Will’s only great-grandparent.
I have so much more I want to say about this woman, but right now there’s telephone calls to be made and arrangements to make. I’ll have something in a day or two, because this was not your grandmother’s grandma.
We’ll all miss you you crazy old lady. And I’m sorry I didn’t call and visit more often. Everybody squeeze your loved ones a little tighter today.