Granny died Tuesday. I will miss her, but I am glad she isn’t sick anymore. I’m glad that she didn’t have to live long with others taking care of her. Three days before her stroke she hung out with me at my 35th birthday party until they turned the lights off on us in the restaurant. At 90 years old, she cooked for herself, arranged her own social calendar, cooked for her church group, took care of 3 Labrador Retrievers and 1 Maltese, washed and pressed her own hair, came to all of our events, remembered all of our birthdays and cell phone numbers (or at least remembered what page they were on in her un-alphabetized address book), hosted family dinners, walked unassisted, got out on the dance floor with us learning to put her hands on her knees and drop it like its hot, sent me into spins while doing the Hustle, treated everyone in the world like family and laughed until she cried. She wouldn’t have wanted to have someone take care of her all the time. She was independent way too long to end up like that.
I didn’t know what I would write in her honor here and, while I am sure that I will write more as I reflect on my life with her, today I will recognize her spirit in the other people her age who have visited the family this week. Apparently Granny is not alone in her looseness of lip at this age. Check it:
Hi Alexis. You are going to lose some weight, aren’t you?
Gerri! Obesity! Don’t you know obesity kills people? Why did you let yourself go and get fat-sized?
Well, when I die, I want to be cremated. That way, y’all can take my ashes and give them to my best girl so she can put them in her douche bag and let me run through her one last time!
Wasn’t it India.Arie who said that when young people talk to old people we’d be a better people all around?