Barb...
I miss her. She was like my grandma. She was my sister’s grandma and I went over to her house every weekend. She was younger too. I would go over there every weekend and we would eat delicious food that I never got at home; simple things like milk and chicken noodle soup. She was the sweetest and most strict woman I ever knew. She was strong. Not in the aspect of strength but in will. She worked harder than any person I ever knew. She taught me how to stretch a dollar. She taught me the meaning of love and respect and that everything I had been growing up with was wrong. She guided me. She bought me things that my family wouldn’t such as clothes and tooth paste. She was always there to correct my grammar and my posture and my manners. I became myself because of her. I was in 3rd grade when I got the call from my step sister who was also in 3rd grade that Bard was passed out in the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. I was too young to understand what it all meant. But the next day she was diagnosed with cancer. It spread. She stayed strong. She never let anything bring her down. She started chemo and her hair fell out. She just wore bright colored bandanas…These always made me smile because she was a grandma wearing bright colored things on her head. She never let anything stop her. I miss her. About a year later barb passed away. She was the closest thing I ever had to a mother. I have never let myself think about her and put my feelings out there. So I’m sitting here at the computer crying. No one will ever truly understand how strong this woman was and what she accomplished in her life. She died at age 56 and I will never forget her.
I miss her. She was like my grandma. She was my sister’s grandma and I went over to her house every weekend. She was younger too. I would go over there every weekend and we would eat delicious food that I never got at home; simple things like milk and chicken noodle soup. She was the sweetest and most strict woman I ever knew. She was strong. Not in the aspect of strength but in will. She worked harder than any person I ever knew. She taught me how to stretch a dollar. She taught me the meaning of love and respect and that everything I had been growing up with was wrong. She guided me. She bought me things that my family wouldn’t such as clothes and tooth paste. She was always there to correct my grammar and my posture and my manners. I became myself because of her. I was in 3rd grade when I got the call from my step sister who was also in 3rd grade that Bard was passed out in the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. I was too young to understand what it all meant. But the next day she was diagnosed with cancer. It spread. She stayed strong. She never let anything bring her down. She started chemo and her hair fell out. She just wore bright colored bandanas…These always made me smile because she was a grandma wearing bright colored things on her head. She never let anything stop her. I miss her. About a year later barb passed away. She was the closest thing I ever had to a mother. I have never let myself think about her and put my feelings out there. So I’m sitting here at the computer crying. No one will ever truly understand how strong this woman was and what she accomplished in her life. She died at age 56 and I will never forget her.
I can relate to a loved one passing away that had cancer because my aunt just recently passed away last month. It was a blessing when she finally died because she had sufferd years of cancer. Whenever she thought she had gotten rid of it it came back even worse. She died at age 50.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry Dominique don't cry, she would want for you to be strong but never forget her. I cant relate to someone having cancer because I don’t know if anyone in my family did but I can relate to my cousin passing away in 2008, getting stabbed in her neck and heart like four times. Its hard and I will never forget her I cry when I think of her to no matter where I am so your not the only one crying at the computer. I like how you are so open with your feelings so we all can know what type of women you are growing to be. I always check your blogs because they interest me :-)
ReplyDelete♥Deanna Nichols
This post was actually pretty moving; it makes me think about what I would do without my mom and how much that would hurt me. I'm glad that the bandanas bring back good memories for you and I understand how strong this women is even though I have never met her. It sounds like she touched the hearts of many and to be diagnosed with cancer takes a strong person to keep a positive attitude.
ReplyDeleteim sorry for you dom, and i understand what loosing someone that close to you is like, and at such a young age none-the-less.
ReplyDeletemy grandmother passed away when i was in 7th grade. she was all i really had on that side of the family. she taught me how to cook. we would hold hands every time we were together, no matter what we were doing. i don't know why but i feel like she wanted to keep me by her.
she lived for about 20+ years with heart disease and had been though everything including multiple pigs hearts and pacemakers but she was always in high spirits.
i could tell when i hugged her that last time that it was the last time that i would ever see her alive. i can picture everything, from her pale skin to her extremely skinny and bony body.
you just gotta keep your head up dom, people are going to come and go and some forever for the rest of your life, you just have to make peace in knowing that death was most likely a blessing to those who were in pain for a long period of time.
i love you dom, you know you can talk to me if you need anything(: