Wednesday, April 20, 2005
My grandmother, my sweet Nana, died April 8th at the age of 97 (almost 98). I have so many great stories of her spunkiness and I will really miss her.
When we took DJ to meet her (we had just gotten him, he was 12 at the time), she said to him, "I've always wanted to drive a Harley." He looked a little stunned and siad, "What?" She said, "Yeah, I've always thought I'd look really good in leathers!"
And she was about 93 at the time.
She remained politically acitve until right before her death, both in the Choctaw tribe and also in her beloved Democratic party. We had many political discussions that were always respectful in both directions. I sure understood her desire to make sure that those who couldn't take care of themselves were able to get the help that they needed. Specifically, she was concerned for poor children and the elderly. You may think that it was self serving of her to be concerned for the elderly, but in a strange way, I don't think she ever really thought of herself in that category.
My uncle, Sam, had cared for her for many years by making sure that she had groceries and getting her to any medical appointments that she had. She was adamantly opposed to taking medicine, even when in significant pain. I am sure that her careful application of the medical "arts" contributed greatly to her longevity.
Oh, how I loved her and will miss her so. She is someone who really loved me.
Walk in Compassion,
Marti
When we took DJ to meet her (we had just gotten him, he was 12 at the time), she said to him, "I've always wanted to drive a Harley." He looked a little stunned and siad, "What?" She said, "Yeah, I've always thought I'd look really good in leathers!"
And she was about 93 at the time.
She remained politically acitve until right before her death, both in the Choctaw tribe and also in her beloved Democratic party. We had many political discussions that were always respectful in both directions. I sure understood her desire to make sure that those who couldn't take care of themselves were able to get the help that they needed. Specifically, she was concerned for poor children and the elderly. You may think that it was self serving of her to be concerned for the elderly, but in a strange way, I don't think she ever really thought of herself in that category.
My uncle, Sam, had cared for her for many years by making sure that she had groceries and getting her to any medical appointments that she had. She was adamantly opposed to taking medicine, even when in significant pain. I am sure that her careful application of the medical "arts" contributed greatly to her longevity.
Oh, how I loved her and will miss her so. She is someone who really loved me.
Walk in Compassion,
Marti
