I have to have been the only second grader in 1989 who listed Mahalia Jackson as one of her heroes. I bought a CD of her music in college but really hadn't thought about her music again until my mother showed me a list of songs and told me I could choose one to play on a DVD slide show of pictures from my grandmother's life. My Nonnie passed away very suddenly on the twenty-seventh of October. It's been a difficult time for my family. Anyone who's ever had a hand in planning a funeral knows how hectic and long are the days following a loved one's sudden death - as friends and family are notified, life insurance policies are searched out, and funeral services are planned.
Nonnie was almost exactly half a century older than I. She spent her days and nights working in and for her church. In fact, she literally worked on her dying day, writing and handing off a resolution for a funeral that took place that very day. The official medical cause of Nonnie's death was a pulmonary embolism, but I've a hunch that Nonnie had been in more pain than anyone knew, and God in His wisdom decided that it was time for her to be done with the troubles of the world. I sure do miss her, though.
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OMG, you are so going to make me cry today. Not having a good day and really don't feel up to any work, so I started looking at blogs and found my cousin's. I started reading back to at least 2005 and quite impressed with who and what you've become. Take care of that big ole baby ;-) About to cry seriously...because I'm at the point now that everybody's pregnant but me!!! Really have to stop typing now before my coworkers think I'm having a breakdown ;-)
Love ya,
Misha
I just read the blog about Nonnie and like Misha, I am in tears.
This is the second comment I have tried to publish. Not sure what happened to the first one.
I sure do miss her, too.
She was my very best friend. I only hope that I was as good a daughter to her as you have been to me.
She did present an outstanding example as a mother and passed on to me the ability to love my children unconditionally. You and Ray are such a blessing to my life.
It is a difficult time and as I go through her things, I just want to touch every piece of paper. There are so many memories...........
Ben will put something in the trash and I will go behind him and get it out and put it in my box or Aunt Dean's box. Because I just know that we will treasure the item or article.
I picked up a Cameo pin for your last night when we were at her house.
I am returning tonight to try to help Ben. Although, I suspenct he gets more done when I am not there.
I guess I'll go now.
Thanks for the chance to post my feelings.
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