I haven't been on here in a few short days. So I haven't gotten my Happy New Years in to the blog world, however that will be postponed slightly longer.
On December 30th, 2011 my grandmother, Jessica Lee Dillion went home to be with the Lord. It was rough and it was easy all in one. And I imagine thats how it will continue to be. This was a long time coming though, which is hard, but in all honesty makes it easier I think. She suffered from many things, the last being the strokes she had. So as I've been telling people the woman I lost that night was Mam, but it wasn't. I lost Mam a while ago. She was an empty shell of what she used to be. Which sounds horrible, and it was. It was hard to live with, and watch. All of us wanted it to be a nightmare to wake up from, but one day, we all will be reunited with her in Heaven. And I know shes up there looking down. Out of pain, with full memory, full movement, and everlasting joy. Telling my Ma-ma and Pa-pa everything they missed. And I know shes proud of us. Me, my Mom, my uncle Joshie, and my Tappaw. And she knows we love her, and we know she loves us.
So today at the funeral I just sat there and reminesced on all the wonderful memories I had of her, what she really meant to me, and what personality traits and intrests she sparked in me from an early age. I grew up with the classic tv shows, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie (Who I was for my 8 year old Halloween costume), Leave it to Beaver, Gilligans Island (who 3 of my hamsters where named after!) She let me stay up extra, extra late to watch the old Monkees show. And started my crushing on Davy Jones only a few decades late... She instilled my LOVE of animals in me, picking up random turtles off the side of the road, buying me hermit crabs, fish (every 2 weeks), a parakeet. I don't think I'd be such a Hippie, so me, if it wasn't for her. I'm eternally grateful. She made things awkward for me, and made things better, she spoiled me rotten, and let me know what real life was like. I love her so much. We all do. And I'm so happy shes feeling better, thats definitely the sweet part about all of it.
And on a side note, while Mam was passing my Tappaw, mom, Josh, and I were all right by her side. She was definitely a fighter. And during the hour and a half we were sitting with her my Tappaw was talking to her. And crying. I had not ever seen my Grandpa cry before. It was absolutely heartbreaking. And the things he was saying were so indescribably sweet.
And to explain why the picture up there is up there... She wrote me a note in the front of a Bible she had recieved as a present from her Mom and Dad in '60. It was after I had started attending church, and she told me how proud she was of me. The heart and signature is how she signed it and I plan on getting that tattoted on my wrist in memory of her. That Or a Charlie Brown tattoo. (She always called me Charlie BRown cause of my round head.) Which is interesting cause the pastor that did the funeral service, our ex pastor... opened with a short story of Charlie Brown. So now I'm rethinking...
Anyway, this is merely a post to commemorate the life of my grandmother. We were all blessed to have her in our lives.
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