This is a long-ish post. Bear with me here – and if you’re not in the mood for a story, that’s ok. :)
Scroll down to the end for a sneak peak at tomorrow’s tutorial.
If you’re ready for a story, I want to introduce you to someone.
I’d like you to meet my grandmother, Lena Ruth.
She was born in 1925 on February 2 or 3, depending on her mood.
She grew up thinking her birthday was on February 2, but several years ago she needed a copy of her birth certificate and couldn’t find one. She had a new one sent to her and it listed her birthday as February 3. She had no idea why they always celebrated on the 2nd.
From then on she claimed both dates. Two birthdays are better than one.
She married my grandpa at 17. She said that it was ok to be that young because she’d already had a year of college by then.
Seemed like a flimsy excuse to me. ;)
They had my dad when she was 19 – My grandpa was fighting in WWII at the time.
She was a teacher for over 30 years – and not just in schools.
She loved children so much she taught elementary school during the week and Sunday School every sunday.
Children were her heart.
We would go spend weeks at a time with her and my Grandpa when we were young. Some of my favorite memories are playing dress up in her clothes and jewelry.
She would sit at her vanity and get ready every morning and we would watch her and help her pick out jewelry.
She really loved her jewelry. ;) And Shoes. Can’t forget about all the shoes.
When I was little, I tried calling her Grandma. She didn’t like that very much.
Somehow we settled on “Mamoo” – and the name stuck. As weird as it was – she loved that.
She adored her grandkids and her “greats” she called them.
She was so proud of all of us – always wanting to know what we were involved in and telling her friends about us.
Mamoo passed away from a massive stroke on February 12. Three weeks ago today.
Hubby and I had planned a trip that week – so I had posts all set up and ready to go.
Instead we went to Arizona.
We packed up her house, looked through thousands of pictures, watched videos, laughed and cried.
We had a beautiful service on Saturday the 19th that she would have loved.
It was a hard week.
It was hard to say goodbye – and it felt like saying goodbye to my Grandpa again too.
Despite a sometimes rocky relationship I loved her very much.
Do you think that grief is harder or easier to deal with when things are like that?
It probably doesn’t matter.
So I appreciate you reading along if you made it this far. This post was probably more for me than for you. ;)
I was fortunate to receive some of Mamoo’s jewelry after we packed up her things, including several pieces that she had saved that were broken.
Tomorrow I’m going to share a bit of therapeutic crafting with you and show you the necklace I made from some of the jewelry pieces.
Thanks for reading along. :)
Update: You can view the finished necklace here.