Mama Ruth, my last remaining grandparent, passed away last week. Like in January with Nana, it was good to get the family together, even under the circumstances. Mama Ruth had been in a nursing home for almost 10 years; she hasn't remembered us for a long time because of awful dimentia. I am so glad I was able to visit her in January.
I take comfort in the fact that she's in a better place and reunited with Papa Gene.
We drove by their old house. Memories flooded back. Listening to the train late at night. Asking Mama Ruth to sleep in the living room with us (she spoiled us!), and then being kept awake by her snoring. Sweet tea that gave me kidney problems by the end of the week. Papa Gene washing the car and cutting the grass in his suit. Sitting down to feasts of meals, lovingly prepared by Mama Ruth all.day.long. Going to church and sitting with Mama Ruth. Receiving chewing gum as a treat during church. Papa Gene taking us for ice cream at the local general store.
Love her and the lessons, legacy, and memories she's left.