I am not close to my maternal grandmother. In fact, I don’t think I would recognize her if our paths crossed in the grocery store – that side of my family is so detached. My paternal grandmother and I were closer, although she died when I was young due to complications from a life time of alcoholism. Rather than live a grandparent-free life, I adopted two. My Oma, who I will write about soon, and Grandma Jema. Grandma Jema, also known as Grams, was the grandmother to my friend and peer, J. J’s mom was my mother’s best friend and his father was my dad’s coworker. Our families literally grew up together. Everywhere my dad was transferred, this family was also transferred. Over the years Grandma Jema assumed the role of grandmother in my life.
On Monday I received sad news – Jema was in the hospital with heart problems. Yesterday I received a grim update. She had been discharged, just to return to the hospital a day later. Her heart is failing and her lungs and kidneys are in question. In the e-mail her daughter said, “Mom is a strong, faithful woman. She is ready to see the Lord…..till then, we will continue to care and love her until He is ready for her.”
We should all be so lucky to live so long, have such loving family to care for us and to have such a great sense of peace about the end of your life. I’m terribly sad that I cannot jump in the car and drive home to sit with her. If it were not for the retrieval on Saturday I would. Instead, I made Grandma Jema a Love Bird last night using this tutorial.
I hope this little bird helps show sweet Jema the way.