For most of my life my mother's mother hosted Thanksgiving supper for their three children and their families. I was at them all until I moved to California in 1998, though I returned for a few after that. She stopped hosting them a few years ago due to declining health. I've joined her for several Thanksgivings since, either out or at another relative's home.
Well, I think I need to be more accurate. I was at almost all of them. I missed my first (in 1975) because I was in the hospital that day, having been born that morning.
Even when I wasn't there I could taste the special stuffing she would make, or the kielbasa she would serve on occasion. In fact, I can taste it right now even though I'm eating a chicken dish baked with potatoes, garlic and peas, which tastes nothing like home-made turkey stuffing complete with sausage bits.
This year, and every year from now on, I will still have those memories. But, she will only be joining me in spirit. She passed away early this morning in her sleep. She had been in declining health for several years with heart problems, but had been doing well recently. The news came as a surprise to me and others. Some good news is that she passed in her sleep at home, and not in a hospital bed.
Goodbye Grandmom, you will be missed.
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