Grandma 1
Screams filled the air from women and men alike as Grandma sat straight up in her casket. It was as if she had suddenly realized where she was and wasn't waiting around for them to close the lid on her. Perhaps her time just wasn't up yet. 2
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As the horrid cries of people was joined with the pounding sounds of a stampede out of the funeral home, I stood and looked right at Grandma. I was at the podium giving her a lovely eulogy, and I suppose I may have just been in shock. Well, it was either that, or I half expected she would do this. She was always telling us that she would not go easily, and it seems she was keeping her promise. 4
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The mortician came running to see what the clamor was about and was just as shocked as I was to see Grandma sitting straight up and the room completely vacated except for Grandma, me, and now him. His mouth was wide open as he gazed at her with glazed-over eyes. 6
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"Mr. Baker, I believe Grandma isn't ready to go yet." I said this in a humorous tone trying to lighten the tension in the room. 8
Unfortunately, Mr. Baker was not amused. "I have heard of this happening, but I assure you, Mr. Whitmore, it has never happened in my funeral home. I will take care of this immediately!" 9
As he turned to leave the room, obviously to bring help, I noticed that he was attempting to keep his head up high so that I would know he ran an honorable business. Hell, I wasn't blaming him; it was Grandma I figured was behind all this. After all, she was the one still sitting straight up in a casket. This was an obvious sign from Grandma that she wasn't ready for Heaven yet. Of course, I was still wondering if Heaven would be ready for her! 10
Earlier in the week Grandma had shown signs that she was in trouble with her health. When I took her to the doctor, he had notified her that her blood pressure was high and that she was showing signs of exhaustion. Of course, Grandma couldn't figure out why. She was only seventy-nine and still hoeing in her own garden and tending to her flowers. Sometimes I would stop by only to find her tiny, frail-looking body swinging an axe at a piece of wood cutting it up to use as kindling in her old wood-burning stove. She would boast about that old stove being able to "still run you out of the house!" I had asked her to give up the wood, but she refused saying that she couldn't count on any of the boys to do anything for her. 11
"They all want to put me in a nursing' home. Do you think they'd let me bring my axe and my hoe?" She looked at me as if she actually expected an answer to what was obviously a rhetorical question on her part. Then she would always offer me a glass of tea which I would decline; she used instant tea, and I just couldn't wrap my lips around that one! 12
Anyway, Doc Middleton had said that her heart could go, or she could have a stroke from the hypertension. I asked what I could help her with, and she took it as an insult and ran me right out of the room. She was the orneriest old woman I had ever met, and I just didn't believe there was anyone or anything who was powerful enough to take her unless she was ready; I don't think she was. 13
Obviously, someone was either powerful enough or Grandma just finally gave in. I figured it was the latter of the two. I knew her too well. By the time I got her home, her axe was missing, and her hoe had gone with it. I wondered how they found out and did this to her so quickly. I suppose I never gave our little town the credit it deserved for having the most busy bodies of any town twice its size. And when the biggest gossip in town worked in the doctor's office, it would not take a rocket scientist to figure it out. 14
Of course, Grandma was fit to be tied. I tried to calm her down a bit, but she wanted her tools, and she wouldn't rest until she call the boys and cursed at them in an effort to retrieve her beloved tools. It didn't help; the boys had found a way to get her into that nursing home. Take away the things that brought her joy, and she'd soon fall into depression and willingly go to that horrible place. 15
Little did they realize that Grandma wasn't soeasy! After the first full day without her tools, Grandma hadn't yet gotten out of bed when I called her at around noon. That was so unlike her, so I drove over to her place as quickly as I could. My call had gotten her out of bed and into her rocking chair in the living room. So far she had done nothing. Her hair had not been combed, and she had not had breakfast. I asked if she had been to the bathroom to relieve herself, but she just shook her head and looked at the floor. I prodded until she made her way to the bathroom, and I poured her a cup of decaf coffee and started a pan of oatmeal with cinnamon and brown sugar for her. I was hoping to get her to eat. 16
Unfortunately, my efforts were for naught. Grandma had gone to the bathroom alright, and right back to bed! Trying to get her out of the bed was in vain, so I instead decided to call the boys. I went outside so that she couldn't hear what I was saying to Randy, her oldest, and the one that I figured took the axe and the hoe. My cell phone didn't have great reception out under the Carolina pines, so I ended up out in the middle of the still-unpaved roads in the area. "Randy, why did you take her tools. You know that she considers that wood pile and that garden a huge part of her life. You have to bring them back now! No longer than they've been gone Grandma has sunken into a bit of a depression, and she's back in bed because of it. Bring them back or I'll come over and kill you with my bare hands!" 17
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I didn't take anything of Mom's, and who give you the right to order me around like that anyway. Why don't you call your Daddy; maybe he knows where the crap is!" Before I could protest his pathetic attempt at sarcasm, he had hung up. 18
Dad was definitely the next on my list. Milton had already made himself perfectly clear that he wanted Grandma in a nursing home. "She's an old pain in the arse if you ask me." were his last words of her to me. 19
"But Daddy, it's Grandma. You know she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and I'm here to help if she needs me. No one else has to be bothered." He had scoffed and turned away from me leaving me with no one to talk to but myself and the porch beneath me. 20
I called just the same only to get my stepmother, Lindy. She informed me that Dad was too busy to be bothered but I could rest assured he had taken nothing from Grandma. Another hang up and I was certain I had once again stepped on some toes. I would hear from them about it soon enough after they had gotten together to "discuss" the ordeal. My family was notorious for its gossipping and petty childishness. I had my work cut out for me. 21
It had come down to my sister, Ellen, or my two brothers, Eric and James. I seriously doubted that Ellen would have done anything to remotely cause Grandma pain, but Eric and James were with Dad and Randy on this one. They wanted to be rid of Grandma as well; all of them believed that she had some mysterious hidden treasure in her flower garden or inside her tiny house. 22
Grandma's home was like a gingerbread house to me. I had always loved visiting with her and had spent many summers running through her sprinkler when the Carolina humidity found itself fraternizing with the hot sun. Dad and Mom (before she died) would take me to Grandma's house and let me spend weeks at a time with her. It was Grandma who had taught me to make her giant biscuits, bake a birthday cake, and what a real switch was. I knew the perfect switch after the third time of bringing Grandma a brittle one. The best, of course, was one from the ancient Willow tree, flimsy, capable of leaving not only its mark but also its deep impression on my morality. Satan didn't have a place in Grandma's home, and she let him know in no uncertain terms. Also, children were, in her opinion, especially gullible where satan was concerned, and she felt it her duty to keep them separated. 23
Many years I had spent with Grandma in her small, two-bedroom home with the smell of cinnamon and cloves throughout the living room and kitchen. Both bedrooms were small but had plenty of room for a soft, cozy full-sized bed with feather tick mattresses and goose down pillows and each had a hand-crocheted canopy that Grandma had made herself. She had taught me to crochet as well, but I often became frustrated that my fingers didn't move as quickly as hers. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," is what she would say to me in her soft, loving voice. It was a virtue that I didn't have then, and it was one that I treasured in her. 24
The cottage was like one out of a children's picture book. The white picket fence, that gables on the roof, and the vines and flowers that made bumble bees drunk with their nectar all made this little house such a joy to visit. Her axe stuck into her chopping block was off limits to any child who visited. She kept it hair-splitting sharp, as she put it, and she'd make us find a switch if we were found within ten feet of the axe. 25
Her hoe was something she had taught me to use, but she was ever vigil when I had it in my hand. When I was younger, there was no telling who or what would be injured by my small hands wielding her hoe, twirling it around in circles as I spun all around making myself dizzy. Grandma had a difficult time stopping me from doing that, but when I got so lightheaded that I ended up on the ground wrapped all around the handle of the hoe and a couple of skinned knees and elbows, I had realized what Grandma had meant by 'dangerous.' Needless to say, I stopped trying to be a Ninja with her hoe. 26
The garden was one large enough to feed all her children, grandchildren, and half the people surrounding her. Grandma canned and made baked goods for holidays, and the two of us would walk with our baskets full of the fresh zucchini breads, pumpkin rolls, apple pies, sweet pickles, chow chow, and other goodies to her neighbors. Everyone loved Grandma and her generosity, and she usually had many visitors around the Holidays. Sometimes I would spend my entire Christmas vacation with her so I could help her bake the cookies and other goodies. I loved my grandma dearly, and I felt the love she had for me. 27
Now it was my turn to help her. As she lay in the bed, hair unkempt and body unbathed, I turned over and over in my mind the situation Grandma was in and what my alternative were. I could take Grandma to live with me to keep her out of the nursing home, but she wouldn't be happy. I could move in with her to make sure no one bothered her, but that would be an invasion of her own privacy. I was in a quandry as to what to do, but I knew that there was one thing I could do. I leaned over Grandma and kissed her soft cheek and told her I would be back. 28
There was Home Depot about twenty miles away, and that's where I headed. I told the gentleman that I need an axe, and I needed it sharpened. He sent me to a man on a side street in town who sharpened both the new axe and the hoe. An endearing old man who had his own little place where he worked on small engines and had a grinder that sharpened that axe so it would 'split hairs.' Grandma would be happy with it. 29
I pulled up in the drive way at Grandma's only to find my dad's truck there as well. He had found Grandma in bed and taken her for ill. This was the perfect opportunity for him to call Social Services, and I had the feeling they were already on their way. I ran past him giving him a cold stare as I called to her. "Grandma! Grandma, get out of bed. I have a present for you." She looked up at me with fragile, weak eyes that broke my heart. I whispered to her, "Grandma, you have to get up and get dressed. I think Daddy called Social Services. Please get up." 30
She suddenly had fire back in her eyes. "Oh, he did, did he? Help me get dressed and put my hair up. I'll not let them take me from my home. Where's my rifle?" 31
"Oh no, Grandma, you can't do that! I have something better. Come on, I'll show you." she hurriedly dressed and walked outside with me giving my father a warning look that made him bow his head as if in shame. 'He should be ashamed,' I thought. I took her over to my car where I opened the large, hungry trunk. The sparkle was suddenly back in her eyes as she bent forward to pick up the axe disregarding the hoe for the moment. She held the axe to her eye level and looked at me with a twinkle. "You even had it sharpened for me." 32
"Yes, I did and the hoe as well. I figured they'd be easier to use if they're well honed, don't you think?" 33
"Oh, yes." She touched my cheek with a cold, wrinkled, but sturdy hand, and I bent slightly to kiss her forehead. "You always were my favorite grandchild." I knew that, but it always made me feel good to hear it. 34
Dad came over to me and grabbed my arm roughly. "I need to talk to you over here." He pulled me several feet away and through clenched teeth, he said, "Why the hell did you do that? Now she'll be out here cutting wood and hoeing in that garden again. She needs to be in a nursing home where someone can take care of her. You really need to keep your nose out of things." 35
"Daddy, you always taught me that our elderly should be treasured. Why now do you believe just the opposite? You were the one who took her tools, weren't you?" 36
"Hell, yes, I did! And what of it?" 37
"You just don't get it, do you, Daddy? Grandma still has many years left if you just leave her alone to do what she's always done. If you take her axe and hoe, she will go right back to bed and stay there for however long it takes her to die. Is that what you want?" 38
"No, I want her in a nursing home where someone can take care of her. She's too old to be here by herself." 39
"Actually, she's not too old. She gets up in the morning, bathes herself, cooks her meals, cuts her wood, plants her garden and reaps what she sows. How can you say that she can't take care of herself. You're such a hypocrite!" 40
My face suddenly stung with the slap from his capable hand. My own hand came up to my face, and I wore what must have been a shock on my face, but there was a determination in my eyes and in my voice. "Daddy, I'm no longer a child. I am a grown woman capable of knowing right from wrong. I am also capable of calling the Sheriff out here to take a look at what is sure to be your hand print on my face. If you want to play childish games, you are in the wrong place. I won't stoop to your level, but I will say this; if you bother Grandma again, I'll take you to court and have them put me as her guardian. I will also get a restraining order to keep you away from her. And if you ever slap me again, I'll see you in jail! I don't ever want to see you here again. Now, perhaps you should leave now before I call the Sheriff's office about this red mark on my face." 41
He look at me as if he didn't believe I was capable of such a thing. I took my cell phone out of my purse and started to dial 9-1-1, and he suddenly got into his truck and peeled out. 'Whew, that was a close one,' I thought. Then I returned to Grandma who had already started chopping up wood for her fire. As I approached her, she looked up at me long enough to smile knowingly and lovingly. She had already figured she would not see her son again, but she knew he wanted to put her in a nursing home, so she wouldn't miss him for awhile. 42
In a few minutes she had cut up a large pile of wood with her sharp, new axe. "I have to hurry up with this wood so I can start using my new hoe!" I smiled to see the happiness in her eyes and in her brightened face. 43
A car slowed and pulled into the drive right behind mine. It had to be Social Services. I mentioned this to Grandma, and she put down her axe and faced the woman who unfolded herself from the car. She was short and a bit on the heavy side, but she had a soft, lovely smile on her face when she looked at us. She approached with an outstretched hand, "I'm Karen Stowbridge from Social Services. I'm assuming this is Mrs. Whitmore." as she shook Grandma's hand. She looked to be surprised that Grandma had such a strong handshake at her age. Then turning to me, she asked my name and relationship to Grandma. 44
"I'm Sarah Whitmore, her granddaughter. Ms. Stowbridge, I think there's been a huge mistake. As you can see, my grandmother is more than capable of taking care of herself." 45
"Well, that's what I'm here to see for myself. Who are you to the gentleman who called?" 46
I allowed a chuckle to escape before I answered, "That's my father, Milton Whitmore. We don't see eye-to-eye about Grandma." 47
"Is that his handiwork on your face, Ms. Whitmore?" 48
"Sarah, call me Sarah. Yes, I'm afraid it is. We had a discussion about Grandma, and he left a little unhappy." I tried my best to smile and keep my voice calm as I answered her. If I fell apart, Grandma would be doomed. 49
"Well, Mrs. Whitmore, do you mind if we step into your home?" Ms. Stowbridge made a mental note of her surroundings as she followed Grandma who was already offering her tea. I was wondering if I should warn her about the instant tea or not, but I figured that I'd stay out of it. Anything I say or do could determined Grandma's fate at this point. 50
The three of us went inside the house finally, Grandma asked us both to sit down at the kitchen table, and she made tea for all of us. She mentioned there was sugar, creamer and honey on the table if we wanted any. I figured that enough honey might make the tea palatable, and I drank it for Grandma. I wanted this woman to know that things were as close to perfect here as it could get. Within no time, Grandma was telling Ms. Stowbridge all about the times I used to spend with her. All the wonderful memories brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eyes. I looked at Ms. Stowbridge and noticed that it had the same effect on her. I figured this was a good thing. 51
Suddenly, Ms. Stowbridge interrupted Grandma with a question, "You've got wonderful memories, Mrs. Whitmore, but what about the present? How are things for you now?" 52
"Oh, I have an ache and a pain now and then, but I can't complain about that. I figure I'm lucky to feel as good as I do. I take care of my own home, I chop my own wood, and I grow most of my own food. I have a cat that's nearly twenty years old, but she's so quiet you'd never know she was here. Oh, and I clean out her litter box all by myself as well. I'd say that life is good. What do you think, Sarah?" 53
"I couldn't agree more, Grandma." That brought a smile from Grandma as we both saw the love and admiration in each other's eyes. 54
This was something that Ms. Stowbridge couldn't help but catch. It brought a smile even to her face. She asked if she could tour Grandma's 'lovely cottage.' Of course, Grandma was happy to oblige. "Sure, you just come with me, and I'll show you my home. If you see any dirt, please understand that sometimes I miss a spot." Ms. Staybridge said she wasn't trying to see dirt, and Grandma and I both knew that was a lie. I had to smile, however, because Grandma's house was always in order and spotless. 55
"Here's my bedroom. I still sleep on the same feather tick mattress that my husband, rest his soul, bought in our first year of marriage. That's us in the picture there. And here's another one of him with Sarah on his lap when she was little. Oh, he loved her so much, and I think the feeling was mutual. She would reach up and kiss her grandpa and leave his mouth all wet. When he would wipe his mouth, she'd ask, 'don't you like my slobbers, Grandpa?' Oh, how he'd laugh, and she would just giggle. She was his favorite, you know." 56
Ms. Stowbridge had a smile on her face and Grandma continued on to the bathroom which was spotless as well. Grandma had long ago learned to clean as she went along. She wiped the shower down as she finished using it, the sink after she brushed her still pearly-white teeth, and the toilet at day's end. She would dust the beautiful wood floors every day, and she even had a light vacuum cleaner for the braided rugs that were scattered here and there throughout the house. One large one in each bedroom and the living room, a medium-sized one under the kitchen table, and a small one in front of the sink. They were made by her own hands so many years ago and repaired from time to time by her as well. 57
Yes, Ms. Stowbridge had indeed gotten the grand tour, and I was very proud of Grandma. She had proved that her mind was clear and that her body was relatively sound. She even showed Ms. Stowbridge that her checkbook balanced. We all had a laugh over that one when Karen said that she couldn't even do that. She was very impressed with Grandma in every way. She asked if Grandma had a way of contacting someone if something happened. Grandma showed her the monitor she wore around her neck that I had purchased for her a couple of years before when she had fallen and hurt herself. She managed to get to the phone to call me, but it worried me. Now I had one less thing to be concerned about. 58
Ms. Stowbridge asked Grandma if she could ask her some questions, and Grandma asked if she wanted more tea. As she declined, she asked such questions as who the President was, what the date was, her birth date, my name, and all the questions about being able to take care of herself. "Well, some of these questions are a bit redundant, don't you think?" Grandma said. "After all, I gave you the grand tour." Both Karen and I laughed at this, especially since Grandma was right. 59
"I guess you have answered them all, haven't you. I'll take my leave now, and bid you a good day, Ms. Whitmore. Sarah, it was indeed my pleasure." I said that the pleasure was mine and saw her out to her car. "By the way, Sarah, that looks like an awfully sharp axe." 60
"Yes, my grandfather said that people tend to cut themselves quicker with a dull knife rather than a sharp one. A dull one takes more pressure, and you give a sharp one more respect. Grandma is very adept at wielding that axe. I figure that she needs to be able to do what she can for as long as possible." 61
"You're right, Sarah. I just don't think your father will let this one go. The slap across your face is proof of that. I would suggest that the next time that happens, you call the police." 62
"I've already made sure that he knows that's exactly what I'll do. I'm more worried he will be able to get Grandma into a nursing home. What is your assessment and your suggestion?" 63
Karen looked at me with a stern face. "You know I have to take this information back to the office for analysis before I can say for sure, but your grandmother seems as healthy as any senior I've seen. I certainly won't be recommending a nursing home or even in-home care at this point. And as long as you keep coming around, I'm sure she should be just fine. Here's my card. Give me a call if any changes are made." She extended a warm, soft hand once again to bid me fairwell, and our eyes met for just a moment. I released her hand, probably a little quicker than I should have, but there was a smile on her face and a pleasing, refreshing gleam in her eyes. When she was gone, I went back inside to see if Grandma would like to go with me to get a soft-serve ice cream. She was like a child as she fairly ran to find her sweater and get her shoes on. It was good to see her happy. 64
As I started backing the car out of the driveway, Grandma yelled, "Wait! I have to put my tools away. I don't want anyone to take them again!" I told her to stay where she was, and I took the tools and hid them in the bushes at the side of Grandma's house. Dad had a key to Grandma's home and to the lock on her shed. I'd make sure the locks were changed on both before the sun would set. 65
The ice cream was a treat Grandma just loved, and her blue eyes would light up like a little child's when I mentioned it. She said once that no one else ever took her to have ice cream, and she missed it very much sometimes. She knew all she had to do was call me, and I'd be there to pick her up before she could hang up the phone. It wasn't all about the ice cream, although she and I both loved the rich taste and texture of Pete's ice cream. The place was just a little hole in the wall that just happened to serve the best soft serve ice cream ever tasted. People from all around came for his ice cream. 66
For Grandma and me, it was the time we spent together. We'd sit in the car in the parking lot and lick away at the luscious treat as Grandma took us both on a stroll down memory lane. It was always a special time, and I tried to take here at least once a week. Although we spent other time together when we went shopping or while just sitting at her home, the ice cream was the best. 67
This time was no different. Grandma seemed to enjoy the ice cream much more than usual, and her stories came fast and furious. I sat and took in every word as I usually did and was reluctant to take Grandma home and let this moment go. 68
By the time we got to Grandma's house, it was nearly time for dinner and to take my leave. I didn't want to go home, but I had a dog and cat to take care of, and Sadie would need to go outside. I made sure Grandma got to the door and into her house then I kissed her and told her I would see her tomorrow. It was dark enough that I had to turn on my lights, but all the way home, all I could think of was the wonderful stories that Grandma told. When I finally got home to Sadie, she was certainly ready to go out, so I had no time whatsoever to myself. Of course, I usually give my full attention to Sadie, but this time Grandma was on my mind. I couldn't help but love her more each time I spent time with her. 69
I turned in early with a good book after my bath. I was relaxing peacefully when the phone rang. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was after eleven. I had been reading for awhile, but I realized that it was far too late for anyone to be calling unless there was a problem. Answering the phone, I was greeted from someone from Life Alert, the service for the monitor that Grandma wore around her neck. I had instructed them to call me first and Daddy next and only if they couldn't reach me. 70
"I'm sorry to call so late, Ma'am, but we have had an alert from your Grandmother's monitor. She didn't respond at first, but then she said that she had passed out and wasn't sure what had happened. The paramedics are on the way. Do you wish for me to call the next person on your list?" 71
I took no time to think of anything except getting dressed and rushing to the hospital. They were taking her to Memorial, and I was to meet them there. I would wait to call anyone else. Telling him what I would do, I thanked him and told him how much I appreciated his help. My tires squealed as I rushed out of the driveway and down the street toward the hospital. I lived close enough that I would probably get there before they did. 72
As I pulled up into the parking lot in front of the Emergency at the hospital the ambulance was just pulling in. I had all of Grandma's information, her medical card, insurance card, identification in my purse. I went to the nurse and let her know who I was and gave her Grandma's information while they were making Grandma comfortable. By the time I was finished, I could hear Grandma asking for me. I went her bed and leaned over her to kiss her cheek. "What happened, Grandma?" 73
"I was getting up to go to the bathroom when I felt a little dizzy. I was ready to go back to bed when I was so lightheaded that I fell to the floor and everything went black. I guess I fainted. I'm so sorry to be a bother so late at night, Sarah." 74
"Oh, no, Grandma, you're never a bother to me, and you know it. Don't worry yourself about me. I'm going to find out what happened to you, and I'll be right back." I kissed her again and turned to find a nurse or doctor. 75
I finally found the nurse that was taking care of Grandma, a lovely young woman with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes with a perfect smile pasted to her face. It was the face of an angel, and she was Grandma's. In fact, her name was Angela, and it fit her perfectly. 76
"Your Grandmother has had an unusual spike in blood pressure. It's normal now, but it was quite high when the paramedics took it, then it dipped extremely low. Has she had any problems with hypertension before?" 77
"No, she hasn't to my knowledge. I usually take care of her since my mother died. My dad is her biological son, but he pays so little attention to her that I took over her care. She's been in such good health that she only has to go in for a checkup every year or so. Is she going to be okay?" 78
Angela looked at me as if she wanted to tell me something that I would not take easily, but she then said, "The doctor will be in to see her in a few minutes. We're not very busy tonight, so it shouldn't take long for him to come in." She then put her hand on mine and looked into my eyes. "I know you're worried. She's a very fortunate lady to have someone love her as much as you do." 79
"I am the fortunate one. Grandma has been my rock since I was just a baby. She and I are very close, and I feel blessed to have had her all my life." I smiled at Angela and turned to return to Grandma's side. 80
"Grandma, do you want me to call Daddy yet?" 81
"Oh, no! Don't call him. He'll be mad for your waking him. You know how he is. You may as well give yourself and me some peace for the night. You'll need it for when you tell him tomorrow." She had a twinkle in her eye that meant that she was up to her mischievous self, and it was encouraging. 82
I sat with Grandma, and we chatted for some time before the doctor finally came in to see her. "I'm Dr. Middleton, Mrs. Whitmore, I see that you had a little faining spell, and now that you're here, what can you tell me of how you've been feeling lately?" 83
"Well, Doc, don't you think we should get to know each other a little better before we just jump in with both feet?" Grandma had that impish little grin across her face, and the doctor was immediately taken with her. "By the way, this is my granddaughter, Sarah." 84
Dr. Middleton turned toward me and reached his hand out to shake mine. I had to blush which made the first meeting with this handsome doctor even more difficult for me. I was praying desperately that the blood that had rushed so quickly to my face would soon go back to its rightful organs. Grandma never said she wasn't trying to marry me off. 85
As our hands clung to each other, Grandma had a sheepish grin across her face, and I finally pulled my hand away from his which had made mine feel so at home. The doctor cleared his throat and looked back at Grandma. "Alright Mrs. Whitmore, is there something you need to know before we get down to business. We're not very busy tonight, but I can't dillydally." 86
"Are you married, Doc?" This she blurted out that grin becoming a little more sideways. 87
Dr. Middleton finally looked at her and crossed his hands on the clipboard in front of him. "I am not married, Mrs. Whitmore. I have never been married, and I have no children anywhere-that I'm sure of. I have a grandmother who is just as ornery as you, and I stay up with her pretty well. Now, am I going to have to get some of my big, strong orderlies come in here and hold you down so that we can duct tape your mouth?" 88
Grandma was completely caught off guard, and I was almost speechless, but I suddenly started laughing and couldn't stop. The look on Grandma's face was absolutely priceless, and I don't think I had ever seen it before. This was the first time that anyone had gotten the best of Grandma, and I have to admit that I was drawn to this man. His sense of humor was rich and very worthy of what Grandma would want for me. I was taken. 89
"'Nuf said, young man. On with all those personal questions of yours. Do with me what you will." This said, the doctor put his clipboard down and took Grandma's hand looking at her face while taking her pulse. He then checked her with his stethoscope asking her to sit up still checking her breathing and checking her structure as he went along. He seemed very thorough with Grandma, and I was glad. 90
"We're going to do a couple of x-rays and a breathing test. Do you smoke, Mrs. Whitmore?" 91
"Never has a cigarette ever touched my lips, but I smoked a little on my Daddy's cigar once. Made me sick, so I never took up smoking of any kind. I never gave up thinking that Daddy left that cigar where I could find it so he'd teach me a lesson early." Grandma was very serious, but it brought quite a chuckle from the doctor. I had heard the story many times, but I still loved listening to it. I smiled secretly as I listened to my grandmother and this doctor trying to get the better of each other. 92
The doctor finally stood back, taking up his clipboard and started scribbling on the paper. "Okay, we'll have some tests done. They'll be coming in to steal some of your blood, and they'll bring the xray machine to you. We won't make you go anywhere. After we take the tests, we'll see if we need to keep you overnight or not." He patted her frail-looking hand and turned to walk away. Then he stopped and said, "Ms. Whitmore, I'm pleased to meet you, and I promise that I'll take care of this cantankerous old grandmother of yours." He winked at me and smiled while I blushed like a silly school girl. 93
When he was gone, Grandma said, "I think we have a live one here for you, Sarah. Be nice to have him as part of the family, don't you think?" 94
"Grandma, please! Will you stop trying to marry me off!" 95
She giggled sheepishly and said, "If I don't marry you off before I go Home to God, who's going to take care of you?" 96
I sighed, knowing that I may not have her very much longer, and having her at my wedding was one thing that was important to me. I had just not found anyone that took my breath away, and I was waiting for that. If I didn't find him, I'd die an old maid and be happy about it. 97
Suddenly there was a scurry of people in and out taking blood, hooking her up to an EKG and taking xrays. Grandma was such a treasure that everyone left her with a smile on their faces and a calm that seemed to settle over them. They had been touched by the beauty of this angelic woman, and they all knew it. 98
She and I sat and talked for a very long time as nurses came and went keeping vigil over my grandmother. She told me stories, some that I had heard before, but I could not stop her and remind her. The stories she told brought such heartwarming and wonderful memories and visions to me, and I never got tired of them. The stories were real as she had lived them, and my heart was so filled with love with each one. 99
Finally, Dr. Middleton came in with a scowl on his face. Immediately Grandma threw on her loveliest smile and asked why he seemed so morbid. "You can't expect your patients to get better if you look at them like they're dying!" She chuckled and winked, but I couldn't find it funny. I don't think the doctor found it very funny either. 100
He sat by her side on the narrow bed and crossed his right leg over his left teetering the clipboard on it. He sat for a moment, writing, then he looked at Grandma and asked, "Mrs. Whitmore, do you live alone?" 101
"I've lived alone since my Grover died nearly twenty years ago, rest his beautiful soul." 102
"Are you capable of taking care of yourself most of the time?" 103
Grandma decided that it was time to stop him. "Doc, I had a run in with Social Services already. She asked me all the same questions. Let me save you a minute or two by telling you this. I am capable of doing everything for myself. Sarah bought this Life monitor thing for me, and I used it tonight. I haven't been sick in many years, and I don't plan to be sick now. So, that should answer all your questions." 104
I felt I had to intervene for the sake of the doctor. "Dr. Middleton, my grandmother has been in excellent health for a very long time. All she needs to do is push that button around her neck or call me, and I'll be there for her. Nothing in my life is more important to me than her safety. You can be straightforward with her; she can take whatever you can give out. Now, tell her what's wrong." 105
He sat and stared at me for a moment and then let out a ragged sigh. "Well, it's refreshing that I don't have to sugarcoat it. It seems that your spike in blood pressure has caused a very, very light stroke, and although you have no symptoms of an after effect, you can figure that you will probably have another stroke followed by yet another one. It's difficult to say whether you will have it tonight, tomorrow or ten years from now, but you will have it. The next one may be very strong; it could take your life." 106
I was devastated! My beloved grandmother could have a stroke, something I didn't plan for emotionally. I just never thought of Grandma leaving me-ever. I looked at her in disbelief, but she had a calm look on her face. I waited for her to say something, but she just smiled. 107
"Mrs. Whitmore, do you understand what I've just told you?" 108
"Yes, I do." 109
"I need to get a CAT scan and an MRI on you, and I can tell you more, but I want to keep you overnight." 110
"I'd rather not, Dr. Middleton. I have a fine bed at home that doesn't cost as much for me to sleep in." 111
I stepped in, looking at Grandma. "Normally, Grandma, I would say that you are right. I'd like for you to stay tonight. Don't you worry about the cost. You have Medicare and your other insurance, so you won't have to be concerned about money. I'll stay by your side all night. I promise." 112
"But, Sarah, I don't want you to put yourself out. You do so much for me as it is." 113
"Grandma, you are my life, the sweetest part of it. I want to be with you, to stand guard over you and hold your hand when I have to. I want to be here for you just as you were there for me when I was ill. You never let me down, and I'll never let you down either. You should stay." 114
She looked at me very seriously for a moment, then she finally agreed to stay in the hospital overnight. Tests would be run on her tomorrow, and I would be with her all the way. She needed me now, and I had to stay with her. 115
Dr. Middleton looked toward me and nodded his head in thanks to me for getting her to stay. "I'll get someone to get you upstairs, Mrs. Whitmore. And I don't want to hear about you giving any of those nurses up there any trouble. I can be quite an ogre when I need to be." He grinned at her and winked as he turned and left the room. I started to say something to Grandma, but the doctor turned and stuck his head in. "By the way, Sarah, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" 116
Grandma quickly spoke up and said, "Sure she would. I'll make sure you get her phone number before I go home." 117
I was stunned by his question but even more so by Grandma answering for me. I finally realized that she was not going to let this go, so I told him that I would love to. 118
She lay there with an ear-to-ear grin feeling very smug with herself for having found me a date, and it thrilled her even more that it was with a doctor. "Now, I won't have to worry about you so much." She then closed her eyes and fell asleep. 119
I sat with her watching her sleep until they came in to move her to her room. I asked them to allow me to awaken her, and I reached over and kissed her cheek as I stroked her hair. "Grandma, they're here to take you to your room." 120
She opened her eyes and looked around letting them know that she was ready when they were. As they wheeled her upstairs, I followed behind them staying right with her. I would not let her out of my sight so that I would know she was getting the care she deserved. 121
They settled her into her room and asked her if she needed something to make her sleep. I had to laugh when Grandma said, "a little warm milk might be nice, otherwise, I should sleep just fine, thank you." This brought a giggle from the nurse, and she knew that she had a very special patient to tend to. I knew that Grandma would be just fine in her hands. 122
After I made sure that Grandma was tucked in and comfortable, I found my own place in a recliner over in the corner. I tried to get it closer to her, but I would have been in the way of the nurse, so I kept the chair where it was. I did have a moment here and there when I fell asleep, but I never for a moment forgot where I was or who I was with. My heart was suddenly breaking knowing that I could soon lose the most important person in my life and the very best friend I ever had. 123
The next morning, Grandma's breakfast was ready-broth! They gave her some juice as well as some decaf coffee, but she wasn't happy. They had told her that she would have only liquids until all the tests were done, and she certainly didn't care for this. She wanted her oatmeal and toast, but the nurse promised that she could have something to eat after the tests. "Then get me in there for the tests, and I'll just wait to eat." The nurse tried to argue, but Grandma put her hand up, turned her head away, and said, "I have spoken." 124
I had to laugh. I hadn't heard those words from Grandma for some years, the last time being when my dad had tried to argue with her over selling her home and moving into an apartment in the middle of town. His asking her to give up the home she had shared with Grover Whitmore for over thirty years was more than she could take. Grandpa was taken from her far too soon she had figured, and she wasn't about to allow someone take her from the bed she shared with him and the garden that she planted in his honor every year. When my dad tried to argue further with her, she had told him to leave before she got her broom out and beat him over the head with it. This she had done before, so he knew it was his cue to leave her alone. He left without further incident. 125
Since I was not allowed to accompany Grandma to get her tests, I took some time to call Daddy. As usual, he was angry that I had not called him the night before. I tried to make him understand that he could do nothing for her yet anyway, but he yelled at me that it was his mother, not mine. Saying that he would be at the hospital as soon as he could get dressed, I asked him not to. "Daddy, she's going to be in tests all day, and you'll just be waiting around. Why don't you just go on to work and let me call you later. I'll keep you informed." 126
After a long silence, he agreed that I was probably right. He asked me to call Uncle Randy to let him know about Grandma, and I said I would. Only then did he hang up and leave me to my duties. I called Uncle Randy, and then I went to the cafeteria to get some much-needed and well-deserved coffee. I thought maybe a bran muffin would be good since I hadn't eaten since early last evening. I sat at a table sipping the hot liquid and pinching tiny bits off the muffin. I was far away in a different time inside my head when I was brought back to the present by a mellow, husky voice. I looked up to see the handsome Dr. Middleton. 127
"I figured that I'd see you today, but I didn't realize I'd be fortunate enough to see you this early and while I have a few minutes to spare." He had such a pleasant way about him, and I was delighted to see him. I just really hoped he wouldn't try to pin me down to setting a day and time for our dinner date. Right now all I could think of was Grandma. 128
"Doctor, how are you this morning? I'm surprised to see you as well," I said as I put both hands around my coffee and brought it to my lips. The two hands were an attempt to hide my nervousness around him. Grandma had excellent taste in men, and I knew she meant only to find someone to take care of me. Little did she realize that she had taught me all these years to be independent. She had molded me and formed me into the individual I was, and I loved being by myself although I did long to have someone to spend time with. Other than Grandma, I had no one. I had had no need to make too many friends because of my wonderful relationship with her. 129
Dr. Middleton placed his tray across the table from me and took his place in the chair. I hadn't asked him to join me, but I didn't refuse his company either. "I'm well. A little tired, but I have rounds to make. How's your grandmother doing this morning?" 130
"Oh, she still has her sense of humor, and she's bossing everyone around, so I'm saying that she's doing just fine. Do you think she'll be able to go home soon? She misses her home." 131
"I'd say that will depend on the test results. I realize that Mrs. Whitmore is quite the little firecracker, but she's going to have to settle herself down a bit. We have to find out what caused the spike in BP, and we'll see if you can take her home or not." 132
"I need to know that she will be alright, Doctor." 133
"Please, call me Kevin. I can't really say yet. I hope the tests will come out just fine, but it's hard to say. Let's just wait and see." 134
"Of course. I understand, Kevin. I have to get back upstairs to Grandma. They said that she'd not be gone very long. I'll see you in her room." I smiled as I picked up my leftovers and coffee. I got a refill of the darkened liquid after throwing away the remainder of the muffin. I had very little appetite anyway. 135
When I walked into Grandma's room, I noticed that they had brought her a plate of food, but a nurse was taking her vitals again. Grandma was telling her one of her famous stories, and the woman was delighted to listen. Grandma had always had a way of commanding the attention of everyone no matter how small or how large the crowd. As I drew closer, she looked up at me and her face lit up. "Oh, you must meet my granddaughter, Sarah. Sarah, this is Nurse Cindy." 136
I said hello to Cindy, and she greeted me in return. "Your blood pressure is holding nicely, Mrs. Whitmore. Now I'll leave the two of you alone so you can eat. You don't want to get to weak from hunger. It was nice to meet you Sarah." 137
"Thank you, Cindy. It was nice to meet you as well." She left quietly, and I turned to Grandma. "How are you feeling? Did the tests go well?" 138
"The gentleman who did the CAT scan told me I have a lovely brain. I was wondering if I still had one, but he made it clear that I did. I'm sure he was flirting with me." Suddenly Grandma burst into laughter, and I had to laugh with her. Every man, young or old, had their heart stolen by grandma at one time or another, and the CAT scan operator was certainly no different. 139
"I saw your Dr. Middleton in the cafeteria a while ago. He said he'd be up here to see you later today. I don't know if they plan to keep you longer or not." 140
"I hope not. Who will chop my wood and hoe my garden if I'm in here?" 141
"Grandma, you don't have to worry about all that right now. We just need to find out that you're alright, and then we'll concern ourselves with the chores at home. In fact, I'll wager that the doctor will not want you doing the wood chopping for awhile. I'm sure the hoeing will be fine for you to do." 142
"But I enjoy chopping my wood. I can dare say that many men can't chop as much wood as I can. You saw your daddy out there last year trying to cut my wood. I had to go out to relieve him before his heart exploded. That boy needs to get out of his easy chair and start doing some exercise. And as much beer as he drinks, I'm surprised that he doesn't drown in it at times. Don't think I don't know about his drinking!" 143
I guess deep down I knew she knew of Daddy's alcohol problem, but I had held the hope that she'd never have to know about it. She and Grandpa kept beer in the house as well as a little wine. They drank an occasional beer to flush their kidneys, and the wine was good for their blood, or so the doctor said. She still drank one beer on the weekend, and she had two or three small glasses of wine during the week. She had never smoked in her life, but she did take a small dip of snuff from time to time. It was so seldom that it was hardly worth mentioning. 144
"Grandma, don't worry about Daddy and his drinking right now. I'm afraid for your blood pressure. Just take care of yourself, Grandma. I can't lose you now." 145
"Sarah, you remember when we went to my lawyer's office to discuss my will?" I nodded. "I made you the executor of my will because I trust you. You're the only one I can trust, and I know it will not be easy for you. I want you to know this; my will has been changed, and I want it carried out to the 'T'. I have cut no one from my will, but I don't think many will be very happy. So if anything happens to me, you will have to prepare yourself for one hell of a fight. Do you understand?" 146
"Yes, Grandma, I do. I've been trying to prepare myself, but I don't want to let you go. I'd rather go with you. You know that." 147
"Of course, I do. You always were one with a mind of your own. I've admired you for that, Sarah. Your granddaddy always said that you'd be the only one I could trust later on after he was gone. I always told him not to talk about death too, but I was wrong. You have to prepare yourself as much as possible, because if you don't, you won't make it through it. I know how much you love me, my sweet Sarah, because I love with all my heart as well. You must prepare yourself now. You must pray." 148
"I will Grandma. I will pray for you to be well." 149
"No, Sarah, you didn't understand. You must pray that God's Will be done, and you must accept it. You must pray for strength from Him for when I am gone." 150
"But, Grandma, I just can't," I hesitated. 151
"Oh, but you must, Sarah. Now, my food is cold, but I must eat. How about your finding the nurse and asking if she can heat it for me." 152
I walked out of the room and looked around for a nurse. When I found Cindy, I asked her about Grandma's food, and she smiled. "Certainly I'll heat it for her. I didn't think she'd eat right away. Your grandmother is quite a talker, but she's also such a delight. We don't get many patients like her, so she's quite a breath of fresh air." She walked into Grandma's room to collect the tray, and Grandma started in on her right away. 153
"Cindy, you let my food get cold!" 154
With a chuckle, Cindy shook her finger at Grandma. "Young lady, you were in here running your mouth, weren't you! I have your number already." We all laughed which felt good for a change. "By the way, Dr. Middleton will be up within the next hour. He just called." Cindy was suddenly gone. 155
"Well, I guess your doctor will be here soon, Sarah." A wicked little grin came across her face, and the twinkle was back in her eye. 156
"Grandma! You're not going to get me married off any time soon, and you know it. So, why don't you give it up!" 157
"Yes, but I got you a date with him, didn't I?" A giggle emitted from her as she settled in and was soon drifting off into sleep. She had still not eaten, and she was fast asleep when Nurse Cindy brought her hot food back in. Shaking her head, Cindy took the tray with her as she left her room promising to bring a fresh plate for her in about thirty minutes or so. I thanked her, and she was again gone. 158
I was engrossed in a magazine brought by a lovely elderly woman volunteering her time to helping to comfort both patients and families. Suddenly I heard a pleasant voice and looked up to see Dr. Middleton. "Have you been home at all, Sarah?" He looked competent and confident in his white coat and stethoscope. His smile was warm and genuine, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. 159
"No," I said folding the magazine lengthwise and putting it beside me in the chair. "I couldn't leave Grandma alone. Do you have good news?" 160
"Well, why don't we wake our sleeping patient first so that she will know what's going on." 161
"With all this racket going on, how is a sleeping patient supposed to stay asleep?" Grandma opened her eyes and grinned as she greeted the doctor. "Hi Doc. Did you come with a release slip for me to sign so I can go home?" 162
"I understand, young lady, that you've made a few friends during your brief stay at my hospital. Is this true? All I've heard all morning has been about you." 163
"All lies, I'll tell you! Don't believe a word of it. I've been as ornery as I possibly can, and I can't help it if I have such a magnetic personality." Grandma looked at me and winked as the doctor took her hand and felt for a pulse. 164
"Hmm. I guess I'll have to fire every nurse and orderly on the floor then, won't I." I allowed the two of them to continue until they got it all out of their systems. I was anxious to hear what the results of the tests were, but I held my tongue for awhile. 165
Finally placing Grandma's hand gently back on the bed, Dr. Middleton found a spot on the edge of the bed and sat down beside her. I didn't like the look on his face at all. 166
"Mrs. Whitmore, I'm going to be completely honest with you. You have been in good health for quite some time, and this has to have been quite a shock for you and your granddaughter. I see things like this all the time, but it's never easy to handle. The tests that we have done shows some damage to your brain due to an aneurysm, a light stroke, caused by the spike in your blood pressure presumably. As I said, it was light, but I'd like to do a cardiac catherization to see if you have any blockages. Sometimes these are brought on by blood clots that come from bruises. Do you recall hitting any part of your body that left a small bruise?" 167
"Oh, goodness, I don't worry about every time I hit my leg or an arm. I've never been one to whine about a little bruise." 168
"I understand that, but we still need to do that cardiac cath. Will you let me do that today before you leave the hospital?" 169
Grandma looked at me as if she had suddenly become the child and I the parent. "What do you think, Sarah? Do you think I should do it?" 170
I sighed, wanted to run to her and take her away from here. I wanted to cry and beg her not to be sick and never to leave me. I wanted to be the child again, back at Grandma's, helping her bake giant biscuits and birthday cakes. Instead, I saw her as the one who now needed me to be strong for her. I was the teacher, and she was now the student. The pain in my heart was greatly intensified by the fear I saw in my grandmother's lovely blue eyes. 171
"Grandma, you should get the test done and get it over with. No need to come back again when it's such a simple test, right Dr. Middleton?" 172
"Yes, it's a simple test. I do, however, want you to understand that it is not without its risks. There have been deaths with this, as with most tests that are invasive." 173
Grandma looked at me and said, "I've always trusted my Sarah, and this time will be no different. I'll sign the papers. Now let's get this over with so I can go home." Suddenly the feisty little woman was back again, and I just wanted to go somewhere by myself and cry. 174
After Kevin left, I sat on the bed in his place and held her hand. Grandma was silent for awhile as a single tear fell from her eye bringing about such pain in my heart I thought it would burst. As tears formed in my own eyes, Grandma's other hand came up to my face to catch the first that fell. "Don't cry for me, my beautiful Sarah. I'll always be with you." My eyes closed as I felt the softness of her hand, surprisingly soft after all the years of chopping wood and working so hard. I knew in my heart that I would probably not have my beloved grandmother for long. 175
As luck would have it, I was right. Although they were careful, Grandma had another stroke, a massive one, during the procedure. It was something that we knew could happen, and I was the only one who had seen her. I would not only suffer the loss of the person I loved the most in the world, but I was also going to be the brunt of everyone's ire for not having called the family in for her operation. 176
My heart was breaking as I dialed Daddy's number. Telling him the news that Grandma was gone was the most difficult, because he was so angry with me for not calling him earlier anyway. As he screamed and yelled at me, I could hear his voice breaking as his own heart was obviously torn into. He told me not to call anyone else; he would do it. "I just can't trust you anymore, Sarah." As he hung up the phone, I placed my phone back in my handbag and walked out of the hospital. 177
The drive home was the worst in my life. Parking in front of my home, I got out of the car and looked around me. The trees were in full bloom, and the smell of flowers in the air wafted past my nose as I stood immovable. I wasn't sure that my feet would take me any farther, but they did. I walked into my living room and put my keys and bag on the coffee table. Almost like a robot I walked into the bedroom where I removed all my clothes, walked into the bathroom and started a hot bath. I felt as if the hospital had come home with me. My clothes had that antiseptic smell to them, and I felt that I would throw up if I didn't get them off of me. 178
The water was hot enough to scald my skin, but I barely felt it. As my skin turned red, I lay there numb to my own feelings. I couldn't cry anymore. I had cried as much as I thought was possible, but the pain was still so intense that I needed the release of another good cry. Unfortunately it didn't come. 179
Over the next two days, I made all the arrangement for Grandma to be laid to rest. There was the funeral home, whose people were very kind and comforting, a wake for her at her humble cottage, and receiving of guests. After that I would have to send all the thank you notes for flowers and food, and make sure all the dishes got back to those who would bring food. It was all like a whirlwind, and I was caught up right in the middle. Daddy and the rest of the family grieved without me. I was now outside the family for doing what Grandma wanted. I had kept a promise to her, and that was all that mattered. 180
Now I had to deal with Grandma sitting straight up in the casket. The service was now over, obviously, and I could start getting back to life again. I had to laugh at it. Grandma had basically given the entire community the finger by doing that, and I just knew that she and Grandpa were having quite a laugh over it in Heaven. In fact, I'm sure that all the angels were having a good laugh over it as well. 181
Grandma's lawyer had called to set up an appointed time for the reading of the will, so all the family would have to see me whether they wanted to or not. In three more days, everyone would know of Grandma's last wishes. 182
The day of the reading came, and we all piled into Mr. Burgess' law office. The smell of leather was pleasing to the nose, and the rich colors made it much like walking into the office of a very rich man. I was sure he was wealthy enough to have all that he wanted. 183
He was a pleasant man with a gracious way about him. His kind face was framed by a slightly balding head and his eyes were dark and brown. At one time he was probably a handsome man. He asked us all to find seating, and he started to read the will. 184
The first stipulation of Grandma's will was that anyone attempting to contest the will would immediately be removed from it. This sentence brought many stares and sharp looks as I knew it would. But the actual doling out of properties would be Grandma's biggest surprise. Not even I was prepared for it. 185
My father and Uncle Randy were given one dollar each. Her reasoning behind this was that they had given her so little in the way of love and compassion and that their stone hearts were worthy of nothing. Daddy cursed and stormed out of the room before hearing the remainder of the will. Everyone else was stunned by other portions of the will. 186
Finally, it was my turn. "To my beloved granddaughter, Sarah Whitmore, I leave the remainder of my worldly belongings. My cottage and the furnishings, my checking and savings accounts, all stocks and bonds which will be totalled by Mr. Vernon Burgess of Burgess Burgess and Franks. She may give pictures or other items to other family members to share if it be her choice. Otherwise, everything in my home is now hers." 187
"The love given me so freely by Sarah since she was born was more than that of all my family and friends combined. Her loyalty to me was never compromised, and she was always available to me when I needed her. Her love and companionship has been worth so much more than any worldly price that one could ever place on it. To her I also give my undying love." 188
That was it. Grandma had tried to pay me back for what I considered my honor. I would have given everything just to have her back, but I was now basically her sole heiress. I knew I would have trouble, but I was the executor of the will, and I would take what she had to offer. But then... 189
"One more thing, Ms. Whitmore," said Mr. Burgess. "Here are the keys to the cottage, and I'll tally everything up and have my office give you a call. The only thing more is a strange one. Your grandmother wanted you to also have her axe and hoe." As he looked at me with a strange look on his face, I couldn't help but laugh. Grandma had indeed had the last laugh. 190
My mind went back to the incident at the funeral home when Grandma had played one more trick on the family and all her friends. Gramdpa would have been so proud of that little trick. The mortician wanted to have a doctor come in to check Grandma, but I told him that she had been through enough; push her down and allow her to rest in peace now. As the casket was closed, I said a final goodbye to her. I smiled at her knowing that all her troubles were over, and she was now with her beloved husband. Other than Grandma's little muscle spasm which "someimes happens" according to Kevin Middleton, the remainder of the services and such went well. It was now over.191
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I stood up and shook Mr. Burgess' hand bidding him good day. I drove straight to Grandma's house, unlocked the door and placed my bag and keys on the small cherry table right inside the door. I took off my sweater, and rolled up the sleeves of my white silk blouse and went outside. Digging in the shed I found the axe and the hoe and pulled them out. Placing the hoe against the shed, I raised the axe high over my head and brought it down hard on the last piece of wood grandma had had placed on her chopping block. To my amazement and pride, it split completely as half of it flew and landed several feet away. I could just see the smile crossing Grandma's face.193
Author notes
This is what I would imagine my grandmother would be like if I had had one. I fell in love with the Grandma in this story.
This was written in Microsoft Word with Arial-12pt. It shows as 28 pages.
What did you think? Please comment!
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just applauding. congratulations on the contest
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Priceless
That was absolutly beautiful. It was a wonderful write! I think you'll do very well in the contest! And I really, REALLY appreciate you putting the information in you Author Notes! You wouldn't believe how many stories I've come across that aren't even half the length I asked for. Thanks again, and beautiful write!!
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Well, that's what I get for having an editor read me stories!
Yes, I'd love to have known this grandma as well. I fell in love with her without ever even have any kind of grandmother. She would be the one I would have wanted.
Actually, I thought that I was working up pretty well to the reason Grandma sat up in the coffin. To have irritated my anxious reader (you), is more than I wanted. I guess Grandma needs a makeover.
Thank you, Sis, for your honesty, even if it did leave teeth marks. Love, Patricia
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Wonderful Tale
This is a wonderful tale of a very strong and impressive woman, Sis. There is no denying your incredible talent for weaving tales and spinning yarns!
Now, as also your editor, I must say there is far too much redundancy throughout, the use of 'that' very overwhelming, and the story is too drawn out and gets too far away from the reason for the story; which leaves the reader a bit irritated and anxious to learn why grandma sat up in her coffin. I believe you can convey the entire story in a much tighter format.
Wonderful story! I would love to have known this grandma! Albeit, I have a great Aunt in California that fits the description: she's 102 this year!
Lots of love and hugs, SisB♥n
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Mom, it is always an honor to read a story or poem of yours. It is like a private window to your thoughts. I love being apart of that. As for the writing class, I finshed that a long time ago. They gave me a master's certificate for all the course work, which seemed endless But, as you know, a piece of paper is never a substitute for an atittude of learning. I am always open to new advice and critique and I enjoy reading those authors I know enhance my own writing skills, like you
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Thanks, Yem. I was hoping that would do the trick. And I think the background is definitely much better, especially if one is to read this entire piece.
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Thank you so much, Martha. I'm really glad you were pleased with this one. Coming from you, it's such a warm and lovely compliment. I know that you have been in a writing class, and I'm so pleased to have you critique me.
I never had any grandparents, but this is what I would hope it would have been like for her and me. I have thought many times of 'adopting' a grandmother from a nursing home or from one of the senior programs they have. I would love being able to do things like this with 'my' grandmother.
I didn't think it appropriate to continue with Doc and Sarah in this one, but I did leave myself an opening. I'm not sure how a romance would turn out in my hands, but I'm willing to try. I think that Grandma would have much influence on the way the story turns out.
I am still waiting to hear back from the Library of Congress about my book and its copyright. I would love for you to read it. It may not be the best book ever written, but my lovely friend, Ramona, said she had never experienced so many different emotions with a book before. I value her opinion, but I'd love to have your take on it.
Thank you again. As I said, your opinion means a great deal to me. Love, Mom
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Mom, this story was well worth the time I spent reading it. There was so much depth and character development for a short story, that it blew me away. I still found typos here and there, my suggestion is one my English teacher told us ; try reading the whole thing word for word backwards. You have probably heard it so much your mind is making the corrections for you Another thing that is not a typo but, seems out of place, is the following line : "I smiled at her knowing that all her troubles were over, and she was not with her beloved husband." I think you meant that she was with him, right? This background is really easy on the eyes and I have seen that picture somewhere before You are really one of the best writers I know on here. I love your stories. I had focused on your poetry but, after reading this one, I am going back to see what others you have. I have these same feelings for my own grandma; so the story really touched me. I agree with Uncle Yem on the realness of your characters, the time you spent on developing them really paid off. Overall, this was fantastic. I would like to read a follow-up romance about the doc and Sarah
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Yep, like the pop up thing better now. Like the background better too, though the other was pretty.
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Forgive me, Sis, I'll have to come back to fully read this; albeit, the first paragraph sucked me right in! I really wanted to keep reading. Nevertheless, the roof is leaking and I have a call into Betty's son about it; so, I really must get offline to free up the phone. I WILL be back
Lots of love and hugs, SisB♥n
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Okay, I did go through the sitting up in the coffin a bit more. If you'd like to read that part, it's the last couple of paragraphs. Let me know what you think. Hugs, Patricia
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Thank you, Yem. I am always so thankful to see that you have read some of my longer works. You are one person that I can count on to read it and leave a worthy comment. I will change the background.
I will try to give Grandma a reason for sitting up in her coffin. I didn't realize that I had not elaborated on that part, but I appreciate your bringing it up. I'll also take a look to see if I can find the typos and errors.
Thank you, again for you wonderful and thoughtful comment. This story just seemed to scream to be written. Hugs, Patricia -
Absolutely, wonderful story, but I wish you'd have explained the grandmother's popping up in her casket. It's a delightful idea but it seems you just let it slide.
But the story is fantastic, not only the story but the telling. You've done a masterful job of weaving it...leading the readers through the story, and keeping it all straight and understandable. There were a few typos that the a word processor won't find, like "into" for "in two," and I apologize for not remembering what paragraphs I found them in.
But the story was engrossing, and as serious as it was funny, a wonderful combination. It is long by AP standards but not by short story standards. It bears your usual skill at storytelling and kept a smile on my face throughout.
I didn't see the father as bad, just a bit difficult...and that brings me to another thing...your characters are realistic, there are no cardboard figures. The father isn't evil, he does want what is best for his mother, he just sees differently from his daughter. It would have been easy to create him as just wanting his mother's property, as a stereotypical character. I'm glad you didn't take that cheap route which would have made your story predictable and unrealistic.
I don't like the background. While reading it two people in my family did comment how pretty it was, but it's a long story and reading it was made a bit more difficult with that background.
The story deserves to be read...not many will because they like short poems, but it is well worth the effort that anyone puts into it.
This is how fiction should be written. Not in short bursts, but expansive, allowing the story to tell itself.
The Grandmother is a delightful character, she's alive and real...and as you must know, I like characters...I am one myself.
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