Thanksgiving 2006
I have a lot to be thankful for … I have amazing friends, and (generally) a great family. I live in Southern California and enjoy near-perfect weather all year, living in in one of the most prosperous places in the world. And, as much as I’ve had ups and downs, I’m happy, healthy, and thankful for each person in my life. Thank you…
Now, enough of the sappy stuff… how about a little of the bittersweet? (It’s probably a more interesting read.) The first bittersweet moment involves a temper-tantrum of a relative — who occasionally reads this. So we won’t discuss that. The second bittersweet moment of Thanksgiving 2006 involves my Grandma. I call her Boubie — and my other grandmother, who passed away about 3 months ago, was Grandma ‘Netta. (Well, it was really Annetta, but I just called her grandma ‘netta.)
My Aunt and Boubie — with a tiny bit of help from the rest of us — cook a fantastic dinner of turkey, stuffing, jello mold, green beans, mashed potatoes, gravy, etc … but still my grandmother is a little sad about the missing members of our family. She powers through dinner just fine until, right in the middle of dinner, she looks over at me and says, “So, Jason, how is Grandma ‘Netta doing?”
Yep … you know how you feel that pit in your stomach when you have to tell someone something bad? There was a few heartbeats of silence… that sickening feeling … and then my Aunt says “I’m sorry, Boubie, but Grandma ‘Netta passed away.” Boubie gets up in the middle of dinner and runs out of the room … mad that “none of us told her” and hurt, of course, that my Grandma ‘Netta is gone. And it doesn’t help all that much to tell her that we’d already told her this in the past, and she’d just forgotten. Kind of a no-win situation, no matter how you look at it, huh?
But maybe I’m just an optimist … because that moment was here, and then gone soon enough. And I still had a great meal with family, including a “new” 2nd cousin and her husband who are out, and who I’d never met before this week. My cousin Jake is great (of course, I have to say that, he’s a reader!), although it’s hard with all these other things to spend proper time with him. And I still have the best friends I could ever ask for. So, back to the optimist thing, I’m still happy and having fun, even with a little punctuation of the bittersweet…
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving, and thanks for taking an interest, one way or another, in my life!
Didn’t realize that Boubie was getting that forgetful. It must very hard to tell someone bad news more than once….it’s so difficult for the first time! We had a wonderful and quiet dinner with Ian and Tiffany. We didn’t accept any other invitations so that we could pick up Stella and bring her home for the celebration. On the bitter sweet side, it was so difficult to get her into the house. Ian and Jack had to put her into a kitchen chair and lift the chair all the way from the driveway to the table. Both guys were panting when they put her down. Although Jack had to feed her and she was never able to speak a word, all went well and we were glad for her company. Just before it was time to take her home she peacefully fell asleep in the chair. We finished our game of dominoes. Jack shook her to get her to wake up before again carrying the chairto the car. A few gentle shakes and nothing happened! A few more shakes, harder this time and no luck. She didn’t wake up. I panicked. I looked at her ashen face and relived the last minutes with my own mom. I started to cry while reaching for the phone to call 911. Finally, her eyes opened somewhat. I was crying so hard I could hardly say goodbye. I hugged her and told her I loved her. I would not have been surprised if we had gotten a call last night that she died in her sleep. I am very glad that we took the time to bring her home, isn’t that whatThanksgivings about. Mom