Last March, my grandmother turned 99. We had a BBQ in celebration, which is what we have done for the past 8 years thinking, â€œThis may be her last birthdayâ€. This morning, I was visiting her and decided to do a painting of her while she watched the television. Her favorite is the game network with old reruns of â€œPasswordâ€ and â€œThe $100,000 Pyramidâ€. She sat there very content for me as I searched her every curve and wrinkle on her face. Every once in a while she would look over to me and give me a wink.
I have had the opportunity to watch her die on three occasions. Each time she pulls through and goes home for a few more years. The first time was when she was only a young lady of 80. One of the valves in her heart gave out and they did a valve replacement with a valve from a pig. She likes to share that she has something in common with bacon. Today she was doing very well, although she asked me several times what that thing on the back of my leg was (my tattoo), so I know her short-term memory is going. My dad told me that the other day she told him â€œThe old grey mare ainâ€™t what she used to beâ€. At 99 1/2, that is to be expected.
Holy Cow that looks just like Grannie!
That was a sweet painting of grandma Lu…she is such a beautiful and wonderful woman.