Monday, February 9, 2009

Super Granny

With a title like Super Granny, you know she had to be a very special lady. And she was indeed that. She bestowed the title upon herself, but she always was so super that I never questioned it. Instead, I assumed that she really was everything she had claimed to be. She was always super--Heck, maybe even super duper. In fact, lose the maybe; she was even Super Duper-- and that was all I needed to know. She more than lived up to the title.

My Super Granny would have been 85 just a couple of days ago, February 5. The fact that we didn't get to celebrate that birthday with her is something that I know cuts deep, not only for me, but for my whole family.

Super Granny was a giver. Of many things. To me, she gave love, joy, good advice, lessons on life experience, and a lot of fabulous presents! To my Dad she gave life, love, discipline, understanding, support, and, among countless other things, an incredible and undying model of parenthood. And I know that when my Dad married my Mom, she gave her many, many of those very same things.

And let's face it; without her, our Christmas tree would never have overflowed quite like it has for so many Christmases past.

It's so strange for me to think that I'll never see her again. I saw her just this past Christmas, and she was fine. Just as headstrong and independent as ever. I think it'll be a  very long while before I forgive myself for not even saying goodbye. I knew she was leaving, the last day I saw her, in the back of my mind I remembered. But I was in a hurry, as so many of us are these days, and I somehow just assumed that I'd hug her neck and say a proper goodbye later. 

Unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Hearing what had happened was like a slap in the face. It was always what Mom and I would call our "worst fear". Even still, when it actually became reality, it seemed like the least likely explanation. That there must be something else, or that it was some kind of bad joke. Or maybe just a miscommunication. Still, what was our "worst fear" turned out to be the very best for Super Granny. She passed away in her sleep-- in her bed, in her home. What better way is there to go?

I will always miss Super Granny, but she's keeping better company now than she ever could here with us. It's always hard to say goodbye, and it's even harder to remember to celebrate their life rather than dwell on the sadness of loss. I just try to remember that it's only a "loss" for us. For her, now, everything is perfect. Everything is as it should be.

I love you, Super Granny. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being absolutely everything that a super granny should.

My family, at the LaDuke Family Reunion
Summer 2008

4 comments:

Sam Taylor said...

S,
Fantastic! Thanks for sharing your heart!
S

Roby said...

Wow! As proud as Super Granny already was of you, she would be even more so now. Way to Go!
Roby

Mark said...

Sarah, what a wonderful tribute! Thank you for reminding me how important so many people are in my life. I think we all need to remember that!

Sarah said...

I really appreciate all of the comments. It means a lot to me to know that this meant something to you all.

And that you took the time to read it!

Thank you!