My Grandma passed away
Adeline Estelle Wilson 1929-2012
My grandmother was a very outspoken woman, who always told you what she thought. Even if it hurt your feelings and scared you for life. The earliest memories I have of her are from visiting her at her home in Clammoth Falls Oregon. The house was gorgeous with a spiraling staircase that was just perfect for pushing slinkies down. and beautiful views all around.
I never got to stay with grandma for just special time , Then or ever.
Me relationship with my grandmother was a very complicated one. That I really never got through very well. It was hard to be near her. I am not going to muddy the waters so to say. there is no point. I wish that I could say that I when she died I was devastated and distraught. I can say that I was sad. Sad to have never mended the hurt feelings or the torn holes caused by years of estrangement and disapproval.
My grandmother was not a horrible person but by far she didn't treat those around her with the respect and love that she thought everyone had to treat her with. I was cordial to her and made sure that my kids were a part of her life as much as they could be.
When I got the news that she was gone, The ache of loss I felt was not for me. I felt relief for my Mom whom had cared for and loved my Grandmother even when she didn't deserve it.
Shannon and I flew down to Arizona on Friday to help Mom with the enormous task of cleaning out and preparing my grandmothers house for sale. It was a DAUNTING task. After a week of extremely late nights and early mornings we were able to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
You hear about relatives fighting for heirlooms or things that they feel are rightfully theirs after a family member passes away, there was nothing of the sorts. My sisters and I wanted our mom to have anything that she needed or wanted of Grandma's things. My grandmother was a true depression era child, we kept finding money through out the house. Hidden in magazines, sock drawers, in boxes, and just about everywhere we turned. It turned into a game to see where we would find the next stash.
Her funeral was in Nevada a week later it was a small simple gathering with friends from her life. The Adeline Wilson that her friends knew was a completely different person from the grandmother that I grew up with and I was not surprised to discover that. the funeral attendees kept giving their condolences and telling me what a wonderful and fun person she was, How much they were going to miss her. Shocker, that she was so good to them!
I hope to someday forgive my grandmother for the hurt I feel whenever I think about my relationship with her. I hope to see the good person that she was to others. I really do lover her. but love and like are two completely different things!
Here is to hope and forgiveness, good bye Grandmother!
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My grandmother was a very outspoken woman, who always told you what she thought. Even if it hurt your feelings and scared you for life. The earliest memories I have of her are from visiting her at her home in Clammoth Falls Oregon. The house was gorgeous with a spiraling staircase that was just perfect for pushing slinkies down. and beautiful views all around.
I never got to stay with grandma for just special time , Then or ever.
Me relationship with my grandmother was a very complicated one. That I really never got through very well. It was hard to be near her. I am not going to muddy the waters so to say. there is no point. I wish that I could say that I when she died I was devastated and distraught. I can say that I was sad. Sad to have never mended the hurt feelings or the torn holes caused by years of estrangement and disapproval.
My grandmother was not a horrible person but by far she didn't treat those around her with the respect and love that she thought everyone had to treat her with. I was cordial to her and made sure that my kids were a part of her life as much as they could be.
When I got the news that she was gone, The ache of loss I felt was not for me. I felt relief for my Mom whom had cared for and loved my Grandmother even when she didn't deserve it.
Shannon and I flew down to Arizona on Friday to help Mom with the enormous task of cleaning out and preparing my grandmothers house for sale. It was a DAUNTING task. After a week of extremely late nights and early mornings we were able to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
You hear about relatives fighting for heirlooms or things that they feel are rightfully theirs after a family member passes away, there was nothing of the sorts. My sisters and I wanted our mom to have anything that she needed or wanted of Grandma's things. My grandmother was a true depression era child, we kept finding money through out the house. Hidden in magazines, sock drawers, in boxes, and just about everywhere we turned. It turned into a game to see where we would find the next stash.
Her funeral was in Nevada a week later it was a small simple gathering with friends from her life. The Adeline Wilson that her friends knew was a completely different person from the grandmother that I grew up with and I was not surprised to discover that. the funeral attendees kept giving their condolences and telling me what a wonderful and fun person she was, How much they were going to miss her. Shocker, that she was so good to them!
I hope to someday forgive my grandmother for the hurt I feel whenever I think about my relationship with her. I hope to see the good person that she was to others. I really do lover her. but love and like are two completely different things!
Here is to hope and forgiveness, good bye Grandmother!
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