A final goodbye

Well its official. My grandmother has been laid to rest beside the love of her life. My father has emailed me this and now it really feels "official"

Obituaries

Originally published on 1/14/2009
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KING, Wanda
KING Wanda Lee (nee Hammond), beloved wife of the late Elmer F.King, dear mother of Glen (Susan) King, Wayne (Susan) King and Marjorie (Michael) Flores, also survived by seven grandchildren and three great grandchildren. Sunday, January 11, 2009, age 78. Graveside service at Arlington Memorial Gardens, 2145 Compton Rd., Mt. Healthy, Friday 10 a.m. (please meet inside gate at 9:45 a.m.). Memorials may be made to Shriners Hospital for Children. Hodapp Funeral Home, Carthage, serving the family.
Funeral Home: John Hodapp Sons IncFuneral Date: Jan. 16, 10 a.m.

Now for those of you confused as to why my father and his brother have the same wife let me correct you by saying no they dont share a wife they actually each have a wife named Susan. There are alot Susan's in my life. In fact theres a Susan on my husband's side whom I absolutely adore! Love ya Susie!!!!

I wanted this Obit to have a permanent home incase they take it off the website soon. Not sure how they operate that stuff. Anyways daddy said it was, with the wind chill, -22 degrees. They were in Ohio. Southern Ohio at that. So as you can imagine the funeral was really small. But the amount of love for her was huge. I was there in spirit and so sad I couldnt make it there to say farewell. But she knows my heart and would rather me take care of my kids then suffer in the cold. She was just awesome like that. Daddy also said she had some pics of me as a child that he is going to give me. She also had a high school ring that she wore all the time and they have chosen to give it to me. Let me just say that the honor I felt when dad told me was amazing. I didnt even think about her personal belongings and to have something that she wore most of her life will be a blessing. Its nice to have a piece of her. I miss her. I am usually ok most of the time but talking about her and the funeral and the sharing of her belongings can just really hit me hard at times. I just have to say I am very blessed and I am the woman I am today because she taught me to love and to have a good heart. I hope that I show that I have a good heart and that she is proud of me and who I have become.

Oh Rose my dear Rose...

My daughter brought home a paper today with her report card that was a suppose to be a book recommendation and review. Now to remind you she is only in the 2nd grade. And this my dear readers is what she wrote.

How the Grinch Stoled Christmas

I if the grinch stol my chrismtas I will tack a woodin patl and spanck him until his but glos reb like an apple. then he'll skrem and say ow ow ow ow. it will hert him but it was his folt. he stoled my christmas. then he will not wat to cam dak. he will be runing home. I like the book how the Grinch Stoled Christmas. because it is a good book.

Now here is the understandable translation :

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

If the Grinch stole my Christmas I will take a wooden paddle and spank him until his butt glows red like an apple. Then he'll scream and say ow ow ow ow. It will be his fault he stole my Christmas. Then he will not want to come back. He will be running home!

CUTE NO? That was a very cute laugh that I needed today. I just wanted to share.

Not sure what to feel right now

This morning my grandmother passed away. Saddening? Yes, of course it is. She is..er..was(gotta get use to saying that) an old lady. She was sick with elderly illnesses and just took the same path most elderly people take. All ending in the same result. But to me my grandmother passed away in May of 1996. You see that weekend I went camping with a boyfriend and his family and upon return had to prepare for a week full of final exams in school. I found out by accident that she was in the hospital. No one told me but apparently she had had an aneurysm in her brain and it caused a pretty strong stroke. Neither of my parents told me this. So one day I called and my grandfather answered and through our usual chit chat I asked to talk to grandma and he said she was in the hospital. He apparently didnt know I didnt know. Well the stroke was so strong it took her spirit. The part of her who made her, my grandmother. The one who would take me shopping every time I came to visit, to buy me Lucky Charms and pudding to eat all day everyday I was there! The grandmother who had a special drawer in her dresser full of costume jewerly that I would run back and put on even before I could even glance at the house. I would try on different necklaces, bracelets, brooches and earrings(the vice type earrings that you twisted until it pinched your ear tight) . This was the grandmother who got me the pink spongy rollers so I could play and roll my hair. The one who let me play with all her Oil of Olay items and make myself "beautiful." I would call her every weekend and she would tell me to hang up and she would call me right back so that she paid for the call. We would talk for like an hour each time. What do you talk about for an hour with a grandchild, i dont know but I do look foward to finding out. This grandmother was the grandmother who traveled from Ohio to South Carolina to testify that she would care for me if the judge granted my father sole custody. My father was granted just that. I lived with my grandmother and grandfather (along with daddy) in Ohio for my toddler years and she was my mom for the time I didnt have one. She was my friend when I was having problems with my step mom. She was always my ear to listen and my shoulder to lean and cry on. And in 1996 all that was stolen away. She still remembered all that. She didnt have any lasting effects mentally or physically. She learned it all again. But she was never the same. Her light that shined about her was dim and the older she got the grumpier and more bitter she grew. I never heard my grandmother curse until I came to visit after I married Charles. She was so different. I missed her so badly even though I was still sitting next to her at the time. I was my grandparents favorite mainly because they helped raise me at the beginning, and because I was the first. I will miss those days and never forget them. I really am not sure how to feel, the proper way to feel. I am sad but I dont know completely why. My grandmother has been gone for awhile and its something with the permanent feeling of her not coming back regardless. Not sure I had hope that my "real" grandmother would return. I knew that could never happen. But you always wish and hope that it could happen. I think the fact that the possiblity firmly doesnt exist is what has saddened me. I am relieved at the same time. Knowing the whole family, including my grandmother herself, were waiting for her to pass for the past few years. I know my uncle and aunt worked hard to care for her, and visit her. The rest of the family was to far away to help physically. I know that they must feel some sort of relief and of course sadness. I am sad because I cant go to say goodbye. I dont even remember the last time we talked. The last time I said goodbye. I have no memory of it. I think that may be my hurt. I dont know. Maybe its just all of it. Well it is a part of life and I know it happens to us all. I guess I will do the best I can to work through losing my best friend...again.

A little here, A little there

Faith dressed herself and decided that she wanted to mix and match her outfit with a little bit of her family members clothing.

Sweater-Rose's size 7
Pants- Allen's (Size 12 months) Actually fits her waist!
Shoes- Mine!

Not sure anything she was wearing was hers! LOL!!!