I attended a beautiful funeral today. Loretta was my neighbor for 15 years, almost my whole childhood. While I didn’t know her well (a sixty year age gap will do that!) I am glad for how I did know her.
I know that she was a good, kind, gentle woman. I know she had a very large family that she loved oh-so much. I know that she kept a beautiful garden and that she painted. I know we loved to give her hugs and that her husband was one of my favorite people. (Grandpa Blair, we called him.) Loretta was a wonderful bonus grandma.
Funerals are always such a good place to learn more about those individuals that you will not have the chance to get to know better in this life. I learned that Loretta had five daughters and one son. She has 25 grandchildren and over 60 great grand children (so far!). I learned that Loretta didn’t learn to paint until all of her children had left home and that she loved to learn and was always reading. I learned she grew up so poor that they didn’t have indoor plumbing until she and her sister, as teenagers, worked so they could buy an indoor toilet. Loretta was a very loved woman and I am grateful for the chance I had to know her. I only wish I had been able to know her better.
Farewell grandma Blair. Until we meet again.