I know I'm very lucky to have met my great-grandmother and to have gotten to spend so much time with her. It's crazy to think that she was 76 when I was born. She attended my wedding and got to meet my first child. I am very lucky.
One of my favorite memories of Mama is from when I was very little girl (probably about 4 years old). Mama had come to spend the week with us in Charlotte. I told her that I wanted to watch "the little girls" ("Little House on the Prairie - one of my favorite shows - I know I am/was weird). Mama hoisted me up to look at the clock. She pointed to the clock and explained that "the little girls" would not come on TV until the big hand was on the 11 and the little hand of the clock was on the 12. It's not a funny or passionate memory. It's just an everyday kind of memory and it makes me smile.
I have some other not so great memories - like telling her that she didn't make PB&J like my mommy did and running away from the smothering of kisses she was about to give me. But I'm sure that these things just made Mama smile too.
Other things I never want to forget about Mama:
- She never drove. She never even knew how.
- She didn't think women should go out in the evening by themselves
- She called hot dogs "wieners"
- She had a really fun backyard
- Holding her hand to cross a parking lot. Her hand always had a wadded up tissue in it.
- Her plastic rain hat to protect her perm
- Stroking her hair as she slept in the nursing home
Mrs. LeeIla Heatherly was dearly loved.