My grandma passed away Sunday night at 11:00 Central time. She was 94 years old. In a way she was the 20th Century.
She was 1 when the Titanic sunk.
She was 7 when they signed the Armistice.
She was 18 when the stock market crashed.
She was 30 when Pearl Harbor was attacked.
She was 50 when Roger Maris broke Babe Ruth's home run record.
She was 70 when Reagan was shot.
And she was 90 when three planes hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
She was a Christian lady too. Always said a prayer before she went to bed at night.
She was also a homemaker, raising her son (my dad) and her two daughters.
Grandma also had a lot of tragedy, she lost four grandchildren, my Grandpa, her favorite nephew and was estranged from her two daughers.
I admit I was not that close to her when I was younger. At times I disliked her at times because she tended to play favorites with her grandkids. She liked boys more than girls. But we got along better when I was an adult.
Due to nasty weather here in Minny, I probably won't make it to the funeral. My mom said to me tonight. "If she was here she would be worrying about you getting home, and your dad and I will worry about you, so stay put." I feel bad about not being there but I guess I can go home for Thanksgiving, right?
Putting my thoughts down tonight made me feel a lot better.





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