Wednesday, September 11, 2013

There is only one Mary Vie

My adorable, precious, perfect grandma passed away yesterday. I wish I could put into words what I feel for her, but words fail me in this regard. Over the years I've thought long and hard about our relationship and what has made it so special. I have to say that it was all her, she had so many admirable characteristics. If I could attain half of her personality I'd be a lucky girl. She had the gift of making me feel like I was "it" I was the one, the most important person to her. What's amazing is that all of her grandchildren felt this way, along with her nieces, nephews, sons, friends, neighbors, the list goes on and on. She instilled in me a confidence I couldn't have gotten anywhere else. She made me feel like I could do anything I wanted, become anything I wanted, the world was at my fingertips. I loved going to visit her because she built me up, she told me that I was beautiful, smart, kind, and loving. I'm not talking once a year she sent me a letter about all my admirable qualities, it was every time I talked to her. She was constantly telling me how great I was, I felt on top of the world around her. Not to mention she was hysterical. She was loving and entertaining, a real firecracker. She would say the most hilarious things with the straightest face. I'm sure she offended the non sense of humor folk around Beaver on a daily basis. Sometimes I couldn't believe the stuff that came out of her mouth. For instance, she referred to Santa as the 'old bastard.' She loved to laugh, and what a great laugh she had.  It was airy, coming from the chest, a real hearty laugh. I have countless memories with her, I could talk for weeks about the magical childhood she provided me, my siblings, and cousins. Anything was possible in my grandparent's presence.

I am really going to try to keep her legacy alive. I'm sad my children won't know her, I'm sad Nick didn't know her in her right mind. I hope my stories will be enough. Luckily, my dad is a lot like her so he can be her stand in. I hope to carry her name well, it's a lot to live up to. I'm going to miss her, like I've never missed anyone before

Just a little gal from Beaver, she sure made an impact on a lot of people.
I'm so lucky to call her mine.