I have just received the news that my 94 year old GrandMother has passed away. She went peacefully and quietly, like she just went to sleep. Hard to believe that she didn't go kicking and screaming. I'm sure when she saw her husband there she had plenty to argue with him about. He passed on about 18 years ago. She lived a good long life and I'm sure she is in a big blueberry field in the sky, picking lots and lots of berries and getting ready to bake up tons of her wonderful blueberry and rasberry muffins and her perfect blueberry pies. We never told her about my Dad and my son's passing, we were afraid it would just upset her too much but I guess now she knows. I just didn't want her to get all depressed about it, she had enough to make her depressed, she was in a nursing home, couldn't remember how to walk anymore, so she was confined to a wheel chair. My Mom is also forgetting how to walk, but she is like that because of other things, like the strokes she has and her diabetes. I think my GrandMother did have a stroke a couple of years ago but other than that she has been very healthy. She was always very fiesty and the older she got the more she just didn't give a damn, she would say anything that was on her mind and didn't mind cussing anyone out too. She said "I'm an old lady, what the fuck are they going to do to me...who gives a fuck about old people anyway!" My aunt caught her switching sales tags at the store one day, My aunt says "Mother, what were you thinking?" my Grandmother says "Who cares?" My aunts says "but Mother they can arrest you for shop lifting." Grandma says " Oh well, that would give me free, three hots and a cot, lol" She was something. When she was young, she and my GrandFather were both alcoholics and things were not so good. They ended up getting a divorce. Sometime later, they both quit the drinking and found out they still loved each other, they got back together and remarried. They stayed married until my Grandfather died about 18 years ago.
This Grandmother of mine was the one that who's Mother was one half Native American/ one half French and her Father was a Scotsman, a Catholic Scotsman. My GrandFather was a Dutchman but I don't know how much or rather if there was anything other than that in him. He certainly had a Dutch name...Blydenburgh. My GrandMother's maiden name was MacDonald. They had two children, girls. My Mom is the oldest and my aunt Kay is of course the youngest.

I love you Grandma.