My Grandma Sweetie passed away this morning. It was peaceful and she was in no pain. For that, I am grateful. But I will miss her. A lot.
Grandma's name wasn't Sweetie. That's just what my family called her. Since I was little she has called me Sweetie Pie. As soon as I was old enough to talk, I dubbed her "Grandma Sweetie". For our family, the name stuck.
Because I grew up on the ranch, I spent a lot of time with Grandma. We were special friends. Even before I was in school she would take me along on her errands--shopping, DAR meetings, Organ Club. I loved that.
Grandma taught me how to play the piano, to always use a napkin, to embroider and to paint ceramics. She introduced me to Grimms Fairy Tales and to the Wizard of Oz series. When I was in my Haley Mills stage she repeatedly rented "Pollyanna" and "That Darn Cat" for me. She came to all of my band concerts, plays and every Grandparents' Day at school. She was there at my National Honor Society induction, first date, high school graduation, bridal shower, college graduation. She was a part of making me who I am.
When I was pregnant with Goosey I knew that I wanted to name her after Grandma Sweetie. Goosey Bliss. Bliss was my grandma's maiden name. Bliss: Supreme happiness. That's how I felt with Grandma, and how I felt when I had Goosey.
I will miss talking with Grandma Sweetie on the phone. She would sit and listen to me tell her all the details of the kids. She'd always try to understand the technology world that Craig works in. We would discuss politics and religion and the economy. Before Grandpa passed, she'd giggle tell me how funny it was for them to hold a conversation because his hearing had gotten so bad. She'd tell me that she was so proud of me for making the choice to stay home with my children. That she knew how challenging it could be--emotionally, physically, financially, but that I had made the right choice. That there was nothing more important than being there for those little people as they learn and become who they'll be in this life. Then she would ask me to kiss the little sweetie pies for her (and please send more pictures) and tell me that she loved me (and ask if we could please come visit soon).
What a blessing Grandma Sweetie was in my life.