At Nathan’s kindergarten conference last year, his teacher told me about how he would sit at his desk, look at his classmates and smile. He was supposed to be doing his work, but instead he was just taking it all in, and being happy in the presence of his friends. When she said that, I immediately thought of my granddaddy in his seat at the dinner table. When we were there, especially when lots of us were there, he’d sit back in his chair and smile at us all.
He died yesterday morning. (December 30th)
He’d have turned 93 on New Year’s Eve.
I can’t go to his funeral. I’ll be there in two weeks, but I just can’t go right now. In some ways, I’m glad to be going later on. It will be nice to see my grandmother without everyone around, but I want to be there and I want to see everyone. I missed his 90th birthday party because I was in the hospital trying not to die. That was the year that Willow was almost born way way too early and I was the sickest I’ve ever been. I remember when midnight came I was sitting in my hospital bed puking my guts out. I was so so so sick. For weeks I had to carry a tupperware bowl with me if I left the house. Right before Willow was born, my mom’s father (Poppa) died and I couldn’t go to his funeral either, since I was still touch and go with the pregnancy.
My granddaddy made some arrangements for things that would happen after he died. He asked for his grandsons to be his pallbearers, which my brother will be there to do, and he set aside some money to pay for hotels for anyone who had to come from out of town for his funeral. He was a doctor, and just like the stereotype, he loved to golf. He even got to play at St. Andrew’s. I think that instead of flowers, I’ll make a donation to the Tiger Woods Foundation. My mom and her mom are going to donate to the American Heart Association.
The boys and I stayed up to celebrate the New Year. We toasted and made lots of resolutions. And now they are ready to go to sleep, so I will go lay down with them.
Happy New Year, everyone.