

Sadly, my (Jen's) last living grandparent died on Tuesday, February 12th. My Granny was 85 and full of spunk. A single mom, she raised my dad and my aunt on a waitresses' income and did a darn good job. She always worked hard and I think that is why, even with poor health due to smoking, she was independent and able to get around pretty good on her own til the end. My brother and I have lots of memories of her when we were kids...spending time with her in her old Buckhead apartment playing dressup and hospital, the ottoman was the ambulance and cheese puffs were the medicine...walking to Lenox Mall and Granny always buying us toys even though I am sure money was tight...walking down Peachtree Rd collecting cans off the ground so she could turn them in for change...her taking out her false teeth to scare us when we were kids (we loved it!)...she tirelessly played games with us and let us make a mess of her apartment.
It warms my heart to know that in the past year and a half, she got to know Zach and Ava and they got to know her. About every other month, I would take the kids up to Gainesville, where she lived with my aunt, for a visit and she really enjoyed it...and the kids did too. Everytime I talked to her, she would ask how her babies were doing and talk to them on the phone. Sadly though, she really wanted to see Renee but never got the chance. I talked to her a week before she passed away, when she was in the hospital, and she was hoping she would be able to get home soon so I could bring the baby to see her. But, she never got out of the hospital.
I haven't told the kids yet about her passing because it makes me too sad but I know I have to tell them soon. They keep asking about her, wanting to know when we can go visit her again.
We will miss our Granny. She was born and raised in Atlanta and had such a rich knowledge of the history of this city. Working as a waitress in Buckhead in the 1940's and 50's, she met everyday people and some well known Atlantans, but they were all the same to her. She also played baseball for the Lorelei Ladies (think "A League of Their Own") and they wanted her to turn pro but she wanted to focus on raising my aunt instead. She made the newspaper a few times as well, most memorably on August 4th, 1948, the day after she gave birth to my dad in a police car on the way to the hospital! It was never a dull moment with my Granny!
Thankfully, we have our memories and pictures to remember her!