My Great Grandma

I received a phone call from my Mom this morning. It was 9:30 am on a Sunday. My Mom knows I have church at 1:30 pm and that I closed at work last night. So, when I heard my phone ring and saw it was home calling. I knew that my Mom was calling to tell me that Grandma passed away. This is my Great Grandma Mina. She was 91. I consider myself the luckiest girl to have had such a good relationship with my Great Grandma. I always felt a little pride when I explained to people that I still had a Great Grandma and until about 4 years ago I didn't have just one I had two. My Great Grandma always offered a cup of coffee and some cookies when we would come visit. She loved to read the tabloids. She was always up on the latest news especially the gory details. I loved being at her house especially when it was full of family. But, her basement scared me. The only way I would go down there was if there were other kids down there. Usually I would know it was safe if I could hear the pounding of the old piano. Grandma's house is the house that we gathered as a family at. We would all squeeze in and laugh and eat. Often we would have so many family members that we would spill out to the sundeck. I love sitting on the floor in the cramped living room with all of my extended family. Last time we were all together we were at a hotel event room. We were celebrating Grandma's 90th birthday. The room was packed and I remember looking over at Grandma when it was noisy and busy and she had a tired smile on her face. I hope that she was thinking of the legacy that she has created. I hope that she knows how loved she is and how grateful we are to have such a loving matriarch. I am grateful to know that there is a life after this one and the families are eternal. I can imagine all of the members of our family that have gone before her waiting to greet her. I am sure it was a wonderful reunion.