Remembering . . .

Two days ago, on July 18, 2011, a wonderful woman, Fredricka Sanders Creighton, went home to be with the Lord.  I know this because I know that she had accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior.  She was my paternal grandmother, and I loved her dearly.  I’ve been thinking a lot the past couple days about her; remembering the time we shared with her.  As I reflected on my life with Grandma, I found it ironic that, here I was, remembering, but the last several years robbed her of that same opportunity, due to the effects of the disease that took much of who “Mrs. Freddie Mae” really was:  Alzheimer’s.

This post is not about Alzheimer’s though. I want to tell you about the woman who so effortlessly used to tell anyone who would ask about me and my brother and cousin.  She had a bumper sticker on her car that read, “Let me tell you about my grandchildren.”  And if you asked her, she would tell you.  I distinctly remember hiding behind a pole in the Stamford Town Center (Stamford, CT) parking deck with my older brother and cousin, because some stranger saw the bumper sticker and asked Grandma about her grandchildren.  She proceeded to start talking, and turned at one point to point to us, only to discover we were hiding.  Kids, I tell you.

Grandma Creighton was a vibrant woman. She was full of life, and joy and smiles and hugs.  When we were younger, she would always make clam dip for my Grandpa to go with his Lays Potato Chips (the yellow bag), and we would always beg Grandpa to share.  I don’t know how she made that clam dip, but it was YUM-MY!  Then there was the dream cake.  It was a yellow cake with layers of some sort of creamy white icing (probably with Cool Whip in it), pineapples and coconut.  I can still taste that cake.  My 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Anderson, wrote me a note about that cake at the end of the school year.  It was THAT good.

Grandma was a social butterfly; Mrs. Popularity.  She never met a stranger, and made you feel like she’d known you since her childhood; even if you’d just met her 5 minutes ago.  She was full of life and love.  Never stuffy (though those plastic covers on the gold couches would have you think otherwise), always sassy and always with a hug to give; you know, the kind of hugs that only a Grandma can give.  She loved music, and, even in recent years, would dance to the music.  I guess that’s where I get it from; I always have a song playing in my head.

I’m going to miss my Grandma.  She was a wonderful lady, and brought so much joy and love into our family.  She showed me what love is really about, and taught me so much over the 33.5 years I got to share with her.  I’m truly blessed to have had her so long, and am thankful to know that she is back home, with the Lord, rejoicing, dancing and singing with the constant songs of heaven’s choir.

Thank you, Grandma.  I love you, and I will see you later.

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