Today is the first day of spring but it is also something more special to me. It is my grandmother’s birthday. She died in 2001 and would have been 93 years old today. She was a very special lady to those who knew her, and especially to my brothers, Jason and Thomas and to me.
I wrote the following in honor of sharing her life and death and the joy of the ability I had to paticipate in both. It is in her honor I share it today.
A Final Gift
In Honor of Mary Ruth Webb (1921-2001)
My grandmother held my hand when I was a baby.
She held my hand as we sat in church when I was a child.
She held my hand as I disembarked from the school bus for the first time.
She held my hand when I made my first cookies.
She held my hand while I studied for college exams.
She held my hand when I told her I was getting married.
She held my hand as I held my first newborn child.
I held my grandmother’s hand when my grandfather died.
I held her hand after she fell.
I held her hand when she was sick.
I held her hand when she couldn’t speak.
And…. I held her hand as she died with my father at her side.
It was my final gift to her.
And… her final gift to me.
Tammy W Swindall