The Wind Beneath My Wings
I lost you. We all lost you.
I lost one of the greatest women I will ever have in my life.
My Nannie. My Grandmother.
You went in your way even though it was a way you never wanted.
You took that Alzheimer’s card you were given and had as much fun as you could.
You knew you couldn’t beat it like when you told cancer where to go and how to get there in the early 90s. You earned full marks for your effort. You made it entertaining most times. While your confusion made difficult at other times.
I don’t know how but somehow I am the only one you never argued with or lashed out at in your moments of confusion. Maybe you always remembered that I am never one for conflict.
Every time I saw you, the spark would light up inside of you. Slowly that light got dimmer and lit up for less and less time. But your love and passion for your family always rang true. You would always point to my Masters of Science graduation picture out every time I saw you. Telling me “That’s you.”
You took care of everyone. From Grampy, to your two daughters, to your two grandsons and five granddaughters. You helped your sisters, brothers, nieces and nephews when ever you could. Your current six great-grandsons, and more great-grandchildren in the future…
