My Gramma Kub died when I was 8yrs old. She was everything to me, and I grieved her lost. I remember going to the funeral home and seeing her lay in the coffin as though she was sleeping. I reached out and touched her hand to see if she would wake up, but she didn't move. This was my first experience with death and I wasn't sure what to think or feel except great pain. We went to the cemetery and I looked at the coffin knowing the women I loved and whom loved me was in that box being put into the ground. I was thinking she would never go to her cupboard and give me Lifesavers ever again. (Remember I was only 8).
Then my dad and his sister, my aunt Betty, started going through Grama's stuff dividing it between them. At the time I did not realize that would be the last time I would be in her house. To this day I remember ever square inch, I could even place all her trinkets back it there place.
Then my dad and his sister, my aunt Betty, started going through Grama's stuff dividing it between them. At the time I did not realize that would be the last time I would be in her house. To this day I remember ever square inch, I could even place all her trinkets back it there place.
I remember walking across the steel grating for the furnace in the hallway and how it would cut into my feet. I was scared of falling in. I remember where all the furniture was placed and sheer drapes in the living room. I can see her bedroom and where she would sleep. I can even remember the smells coming from the kitchen.
Soon after we moved to California and I missed her so much I would cry myself to sleep every night. I was in a new place and I felt lost and alone. One night she appeared before me and told me not to cry, she was in heaven with grandpa and I would see her again someday. She looked so beautiful and there was a bright light surrounding her. She told me my parents would take good care of me and that I would be OK. I felt a calm come over me and the grief lifted from my heart. I never cried for her again, but I still miss her deeply and I have wonderful memories. By moving to California I got to meet my maternal grandma and I got close to her fast. She was also an amazing women I admired her strength and her beliefs in God. I have wonderful memories of her as well and she is also greatly missed. I am very luck to of had these women as my grandmothers. I Love them still, and always will, see you on the other side Gramma.
Soon after we moved to California and I missed her so much I would cry myself to sleep every night. I was in a new place and I felt lost and alone. One night she appeared before me and told me not to cry, she was in heaven with grandpa and I would see her again someday. She looked so beautiful and there was a bright light surrounding her. She told me my parents would take good care of me and that I would be OK. I felt a calm come over me and the grief lifted from my heart. I never cried for her again, but I still miss her deeply and I have wonderful memories. By moving to California I got to meet my maternal grandma and I got close to her fast. She was also an amazing women I admired her strength and her beliefs in God. I have wonderful memories of her as well and she is also greatly missed. I am very luck to of had these women as my grandmothers. I Love them still, and always will, see you on the other side Gramma.
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