My Grandmother let slip her pain wracked body last night at last. She was officaly 99 years old , tho it seems that there was a mixup she never bothered to correct when she was issued a birth cert in the 30s and in fact she was 102. On her wall hung a 5 generation picture , and not many get to partake in one of them . My wife and I were holding her hands as she died, expressing our love , and the joyfull impact she had on our and others lives.
As i reflect on the changes she saw , Literally coming to homestead in colorado in a covered wagon thro computers and the internet. I am quietly in awe at her and the few we have left of her generation . The trails and changes they faced and if not overcame , at least out lasted are amazing , from the dustbowl to the depression ,War and famine, The deaths of setting presidents, and babies in scattered homestead cribs .
Ladies and Gentlemen , I submit that THEY were truly Americans . No whining , No complaining . When life got rough they rolled up their sleeves and set to righting what was wrong . What a wealth of experience , and compassion we are loosing with them .
The coming days are going to be bittersweet , with a strangely joyful mourning in my family . We will lovingly express our joy for her that she is no longer in pain, while selfishly wishing we had a bit more time with her . In this case i can truely say that all my life simply isnt long enough .
RIP Martha Weeden, and may God speed you to your reward .