Nita Grace Jackson Pettigrew Sept 28, 1916 - Sept 11, 2006
I now live in a world without grandparents. My Grandma, a beautiful, strong, smart, fun, and loving lady has left this world. I actually got to feel her heart stop, and know exactly the moment that she left. I miss her so much, but not quite as much as I am happy that she's not trapped in that shell anymore.
The wake will be on Friday and the Funeral Saturday. It will be held in Houma. If anyone out there feels they need more specifics, let me know. In lieu of flowers my Uncle John was thoughtful enough to know that Grandma would have wanted donations to go to Peltier Lawless Developmental Center. It is a wonderful place where loving people pour their lives into the happiness and well being of those who are too mentally handicapped for even their families to provide for them.
I love you Grandma. I always hope that sometimes I can be a real lady like you.
posted by Bridget @ 10:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
I know you knew this was coming but that doesn't make it any easier. I'm so sorry for your loss Bridget. *BIG HUG* Call me if you need an extra set of ears to listen.
Oh Bridget, I'm so sorry about your loss. Your grandmother was such a lady, and she was a wonderful person and grandmother. I hope you're doing okay, and I'll talk to you soon. Send your family my love and condolences.
Bridget. I am not at all sorry for your loss. You are exactly right, if understating, in your assessment of Mrs. Pettigrew: she was indeed the quintessential lady. And now that she has successfully completed life, you can love and cherish her in fullness.
Dearest Bridget,
I know it hurts, dear heart, I truly do. But she was and is loved and did and still does love you. That love does not stop with death. I know, though, that sort of philosophy doesn't ease the pain, that has to move with time. But, don't think of it as a closing, but a bend in the journey you cannot see yet.
So, I give you this, written when my great-grandmother died in '95. I think it says some of what you, and I, and perhaps even Rick, are saying; and perhaps it will give you a bit of warmth. And even if not, my *HUGS* are there along with the others'.
No Closed Doors
Thursday, 2nd March, 1995
Gentleness incarnate
She walked the world of life,
A soul of giving goodness
In a world so filled with strife.
She guided the hearts of children,
She held her family close.
She asked for nothing more
Than that they become their most.
"I don't want this door closed,
It just prolongs the pain."
Each closed door is a little death
To memories that remain.
How many people in this world
Have walked in God's sweet grace,
Spending all their life,
Reaching out to His embrace?
And though she's passed away from us,
Her spirit now lives on,
With her husband reunited
She now sings heaven's sweet song.
"I don't want this door closed,
It just prolongs the pain."
Each closed door is a little death
To memories that remain.
The tears which we now weep
We cry for barriers we can't cross.
We cry not for her death,
Instead we cry for our own loss.
Those many precious moments
We hold in all our hearts,
We dedicate together
Though time keep us apart.
"I don't want this door closed,
It just prolongs the pain."
Each closed door is a little death
To memories that remain.
Now must we say farewell
To our mother and our friend?
No for if God's will prevails
We all shall meet again.
Perhaps as time goes by
We all will come to realize
That "Life is Eternal, Love is Immortal,
And Death is only a horizon."
So we shall not close the door
At the end of the silent hall,
We shall keep her memory living,
She will live within us all.
*BIG HUG* Sorry to hear that, Bridget. I know this is rough.
:-(
Omigosh, Bridget..I didn't know until just now! Amy didn't tell me..maybe she didn't know either. I'm sorry for your loss. It was good that you were there with her in the end. And she passed away on my birthday, which makes me feel a sort of connection to her. I'm sure she's watching over you now :o)
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