Tammy's Grandmother Palmer

On Saturday, Tammy's grandmother passed away after a rough year of health, one day shy of her 87th birthday and Mother's Day. Lois Palmer was her father's mother, a women who I heard Tammy tell stories about for years that were just so fascinating...how she survived as a child on almost nothing, cared for by her grandmother only to go on and lose her husband while she had five children to raise. I loved Tammy's stories about how she used everything to it's fullest and for so many years.

Tammy gave one of two eulogies at the service, telling wonderful stories and memories as well as including words of comfort for her family members. I cried, as did almost everyone. Tammy's tears made me feel her sadness for her. Seeing her so sad broke my heart....I feel for my friend. Her words also meant a great deal to her father, Lois' son; I could see it on his face.

It also reminded me, naturally, of losing my father. I spoke briefly with her aunt about losing a parent...she said it best. It's a pain that just hurts hard. Aunt Kathy also spoke, telling us of her mother's love of fishing. I enjoyed the image of generations of Palmer's casting their rod.

As Tammy goes through this, I am glad for her that she was able to speak with and be with her grandmother at the end. Being like me, I know how much this meant to her. And she found comfort when her grandmother shared with her that she was not scared and that their family could honor her wish that she not be alone when she die, a wish that I also have and understood when Tammy shared it with me.

So old friend, I am so sorry for your loss but take comfort in knowing that you gave your grandmother the best manicure she ever had and were able to help fulfill her dying wish. XXOO