My Grandma
Zella was the best grandma a person could ever hope for. She passed away a few
days ago. I left for Africa July 18th knowing that I had very likely
said my last good-bye the night before. I got word on July 21st in Babati
that her journey had ended. She had been admitted to the hospital from the rest
home on July 16th, and it was decided that no life support measures would be
given. She had lived a good long life, and it was simply time. Her mind and
body were both worn out. She had dementia and was nothing but skin and bones.
Enough of the
sad. Here is the happy.
My grandma
was very special to me, and she made me feel tremendously special to her. I
loved her with all my heart, and I was incredibly lucky to have spent 50 years
with her. She was one of the most caring people I know and did a lot for the
people around her.
As a result
of the dementia, Gram would sometimes say the craziest things. She never lost
her sense of humor through the confusion. Whenever she would talk about someone
that she cared about, she would always say, “He/she was a good egg.” That was
something you could count on.
Well, today
I announce to the world that my Gram wins the award for Best Egg Ever. I miss
you, Gram.
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