where the boats go
at about 7:30 pm my great grandmother Jesse-Helen passed away at the age of 91.
Lemme tell you, whatever awaits her after this world, she’ll give ’em hell.
That lady was a fighter, to the very last second.
she hasn’t been able to eat solid food for about 8 years.
And she’s had severe parkinsons as well.
But her mind has always been sharp.
Tiny, just about 5 feet at her tallest, but no one dared ever mess with her, lest they get the spoon.
I am one of 2 in the last generation of her descendants, and the only female.
My family on that side is not a close one, nor a particularly friendly one, and I don’t know much about most of her life.
I wish I did, because I know it was an interesting one.
Starting in Arkansas, ending in california, with my crazy half cherokee great grandfather.
And most importantly, I have her hair.
Brown ringlet curls, that somehow have become a defining characteristic of my person.
So, to my dearest great-grandmother who I did not visit nearly enough, here are words I did not say,
you are one of the toughest women I know,
I loved you,
I will make sure you are not forgotten.
<3 always,
Sarah Phoebe
very sorry to hear about your grandmother. i lost my last grandparent recently. our job now is to remember.
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