Memories of my Grandma

Emma Eash, you were known and loved by many. People knew you as a mom, Grandma, sister, friend, mother-in-law, aunt, neighbor and great-grandma. You left us a little suddenly, and yet, we’re glad you didn’t have to fight long. And so, although we sorrow over our loss, we’re sorrowing for us, not for you…and through our sorrow, we remember….

We remember how you loved to talk on the phone. Whenever you were curious about something in the family or anywhere else, you’d pick up the phone, dial the number (mostly always by memory), and just simply ask or tell us some news you thought we’d like to know.

We remember how you loved visitors, especially after Grandpa died and you were all alone. Visitors made your day, whether they were young, old, middle-aged, or just the daily stop of the mailman or Schwans man. You especially loved when the new great-grandbabies would get brought over to visit.

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We remember how you loved to spoil your grandchildren. As granddaughters, we were lucky, because you never out-grew your love for dolls, and we had quite the luxury of options to play with at ‘grandma’s house.’ We were the recipients of things given by you for our own dolls as well.

We remember how one Christmas, you made each of the grandchildren a comforter of their very own, knotted, serged around the edges, and ready to keep us warm each winter.

We remember how you loved to be in the kitchen making things. Your love for cooking, and all the recipes you shared with others will be missed. The week before you passed on, you made your last noodles for the family. At a family gathering, it was just a given that ‘grandma’s noodles’ would be there, and we loved that about you.

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We also remember that another understood thing for family gatherings was ice cream. You never got the Eash’s together without having ice cream. And stocked in your garage freezer was a stash of Schwans’ ice cream treats. We wondered how you would ever eat them all.

We remember your sense of humor. Although it was a little more hidden than Grandpa’s, it was still there. We remember how one time we told you we got our sense of humor from you and Grandpa, and you replied, “No, you didn’t. We still have ours!”

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We remember how on Facebook we as your family had your ongoing support in everything. We would post something, and sure enough, soon you had ‘liked’ or ‘shared’ it, or commented on it.

We remember your love of family. Christmas, Thanksgiving Day, birthdays…You wanted to have the family home, and it was meaningful to you to plan these get-togethers so that all the family would come home again.

We remember how you loved to make things with your hands. When you couldn’t get around very well, you started sewing pot-holders, or crocheting doilies to help while the time away. Many of us were blessed with a pot-holder or doily or something to remember you by.

We remember your love of games. The Florida game and golf were 2 of your favorites, and when you played, you were good at what you did because your determination to win brought out your competitive edge. This determination and stubbornness is what brought you through the hard times in your life.

We remember you were a giver. Many of the ladies in church were recipients of a bag of candy, a set of pot-holders, some other small gift, or just a birthday card in the mailbox. We also remember every year on our birthdays, we’d get a birthday card from you.

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This picture is a favorite of mine..

We remember how you loved to garden. And even though it was heartbreaking to you when you couldn’t do a big garden, you had raised beds made for you, so you could still raise your tomatoes, onions, and sweet corn.

We remember how you were a political grandma. When you told us once that you were up late watching the presidential debate, our jaws invisibly dropped, and we were just a little surprised. (if not a little horrified)

We remember you loved to give advice. Although it was not always asked for, it was often something we could take to heart, and at the very least, it gave us something to think about.

We remember how your house was always open. No matter what, we could always stop by, and you would be welcoming. We remember when we’d sit to talk with you, you’d often tell interesting stories….whether something you read on the internet, something you saw on Facebook, or some old story that you were reminiscing about. You knew your stuff, and loved to share it with others.

Grandma, I don’t think I ever got a picture taken with you, and if I did, I don’t remember where it would be. I do remember the times I sat to visit with you, sitting in the office, just chatting about whatever…those times are precious to me now. I also remember the last night I saw you, I held your hand in the hospital, gently rubbing the wrinkled skin that had worked and labored so hard all these years. I didn’t know what to say or how my heart should be responding to this. I leaned down and said, “I love you.” You didn’t hear my emotional whisper, so I said it louder…You then replied, “I love you too.” I remember also as we left for the evening, not knowing it would be our last time seeing you, we went in your room to tell you good-bye for the evening… you raised your hand in a farewell wave. I wonder if you knew? We didn’t, but we thank God for all the years we did have with you.

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Grandma, we love you lots, and we’re going to miss you lots. We cherish your legacy of following Christ…. You are no longer here, but your legacy will live on in and through us.

**Thank-you all for your prayers and support these last few days. It seriously means so much! It’s only been 4 days and yet it seems like longer. The phone rings and in my mind I think, “It’s Grandma,” until my mind remembers…Dad is late coming home and I think, “Oh, he must have stopped to visit Grandma”, and then my mind remembers. That empty house will never be the same. Keep our family in your prayers…Sometimes we (or rather I) feel ok, and other times, the grief hits in waves.

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