August 25, 1912 - January 26, 2013
My beautiful great grandmother passed this weekend. This is the same beautiful woman who Jersey and I visited this past summer to celebrate her 100th birthday.
100 years...The stories that woman accumulated...She and my great grandfather moved to their house in Kansas City, KS in the 1930's...and that's where she stayed for the rest of her life. Can you imagine her the changes she saw on her own block?!
I know my grandmother was ready to go...she'd been ready for a long time. I made sure on her birthday to tell her everything I needed to because I knew it was only a matter of time. That still didn't stop me from crying when I found out she was sick...or when I stepped outside of a loud restaurant that Saturday afternoon to take the call.
A very sweet spot in my heart started aching...because she was the one person who refused to call me anything other than LaTisha Thomas...(I took my mother's maiden name, not my father's Thomas name.) She always made sure to involve me in her familial love. Because of her, I shall never forget where I come from. I will carry her memory in my long, bendable fingers...in my hips...in my cheekbones and in my name that she held onto oh-so-strongly.
Gotta love our grandmothers...