I was driving around in the town next to mine, I am honestly inbetween two small towns, and I drove down the road my Grandma lived on when I was a little girl. She lived in an older trailor and this was back in the 80s and I know some people rented it years later and I almost did when my ex and I were together. Well the barn/building that was there must have been torn down years ago. And her flowers were given to my cousin and she left them when she moved, my sister and I never even got a chance at them or any pictures of her we have none of them my cousin has them all.
Well anyway I was driving by her old trailor which about a week ago or so was still standing but it was in bad shape. And its no longer standing I couldn't tell if it had burned down or if someone had demolished it. It was a pile of ruble and looked like a tornado had hit it. And it made me very sad. My grandma loved that trailor it wasn't much but it was her home. And she had lived in it as long as I could remember. It was the first place that she hadn't had to give up. As she had a very hard life and even had to live in a tent at one point and time. And my grandpa was so horrible to her and his kids and this was her home that was hers. SHe was so happy there and lived there uptil she got sick and my uncles and aunts put her in a nursing home in 1990.
They wouldn't even let us see her when she was in the hospital and because back then none of the nursing homes could accomadate a ventilator around here she was sent to Mt Vernon, Ky which is on the other side of the state. And my dad wouldn't ever take us to see her he kept saying we will sometime. And in 1996 we got the call that she was dying. And she wasn't awake when we got there and she had been on lifesupport for years anyway. And I read some versus of the bible to her and we had stayed the night there but dad brung my sister and I back home and one of my uncles and my aunts and my momma and my oldest uncle who helped raise me when my mom left us stayed with her. My sister and I went and stayed with our cousin for the night and sometime in the middle of the night she woke me and told me that my Grandma died.
My grandma was so good to me. She might not have been a refined lady but she was such a good person she would do anything she could for anyone. But boy did she have a temper. I think I am more like her than anyone else in the family her and my uncle ray. She was really a misunderstood person much like me. People didn't give her enough credit but she was so smart and she really understood people too. I remember she was the only one who helped me come to terms with my mom walking out on us. Everyone else bad mouthed mom around us and wanted dad to make us stay away from her and dad wanted us to decide for ourselves. Well my grandma talked to me one day and she told me that when someone you love does something bad you don't have to stop loving them, as many wanted me to do with my momma and she was my grandma's daughter, but you hate what the person does but not the person. Noone ever explained it to me any better than she did. She didn't go to school and she couldn't even read or write but she loved like noone else.
My mom was awful to grandma and she still loved her. She used to bring people in off the streets to see me when I was a baby to show me off. My sister was horrible to my grandma and used to kick her in the shins and such but grandma still helped to watch us when mom skipped out.
But I was very close to my grandma. I still miss her so much. And seeing her house in a pile of ruble just hit me so hard. I think grandma is still with us in some way watching out for us. She had alot of native american blood in her and was irish too and it showed on both accounts. She had 20+ siblins but she was kind of cast out because one of my uncles was messing with one of his uncle's wives but she still loved them. I just wanted to share a bit about one of the people who shaped who I am today and maybe she is reading this from heaven and she knows how much her granddaughter loves her still.
Well anyway I was driving by her old trailor which about a week ago or so was still standing but it was in bad shape. And its no longer standing I couldn't tell if it had burned down or if someone had demolished it. It was a pile of ruble and looked like a tornado had hit it. And it made me very sad. My grandma loved that trailor it wasn't much but it was her home. And she had lived in it as long as I could remember. It was the first place that she hadn't had to give up. As she had a very hard life and even had to live in a tent at one point and time. And my grandpa was so horrible to her and his kids and this was her home that was hers. SHe was so happy there and lived there uptil she got sick and my uncles and aunts put her in a nursing home in 1990.
They wouldn't even let us see her when she was in the hospital and because back then none of the nursing homes could accomadate a ventilator around here she was sent to Mt Vernon, Ky which is on the other side of the state. And my dad wouldn't ever take us to see her he kept saying we will sometime. And in 1996 we got the call that she was dying. And she wasn't awake when we got there and she had been on lifesupport for years anyway. And I read some versus of the bible to her and we had stayed the night there but dad brung my sister and I back home and one of my uncles and my aunts and my momma and my oldest uncle who helped raise me when my mom left us stayed with her. My sister and I went and stayed with our cousin for the night and sometime in the middle of the night she woke me and told me that my Grandma died.
My grandma was so good to me. She might not have been a refined lady but she was such a good person she would do anything she could for anyone. But boy did she have a temper. I think I am more like her than anyone else in the family her and my uncle ray. She was really a misunderstood person much like me. People didn't give her enough credit but she was so smart and she really understood people too. I remember she was the only one who helped me come to terms with my mom walking out on us. Everyone else bad mouthed mom around us and wanted dad to make us stay away from her and dad wanted us to decide for ourselves. Well my grandma talked to me one day and she told me that when someone you love does something bad you don't have to stop loving them, as many wanted me to do with my momma and she was my grandma's daughter, but you hate what the person does but not the person. Noone ever explained it to me any better than she did. She didn't go to school and she couldn't even read or write but she loved like noone else.
My mom was awful to grandma and she still loved her. She used to bring people in off the streets to see me when I was a baby to show me off. My sister was horrible to my grandma and used to kick her in the shins and such but grandma still helped to watch us when mom skipped out.
But I was very close to my grandma. I still miss her so much. And seeing her house in a pile of ruble just hit me so hard. I think grandma is still with us in some way watching out for us. She had alot of native american blood in her and was irish too and it showed on both accounts. She had 20+ siblins but she was kind of cast out because one of my uncles was messing with one of his uncle's wives but she still loved them. I just wanted to share a bit about one of the people who shaped who I am today and maybe she is reading this from heaven and she knows how much her granddaughter loves her still.
