Me and My Special Grandma

Mary Ann Murphy
July 30, 1936 - July 11, 2003

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A Memoir To Granny from Jessica
Who was 9 years old.

    I have an angel in heaven, watching over me. Her name is Grandma Murphy. Eventhough I can't see her anymore, I can still talk to her. It may seem strange to you, but I can still hear her whispering in my ear. I talk to her outside almost everyday.
     Grandma Murphy had gray and white hair. She lost her hair and wore a wig that was full of short, curly hair. She had blue eys and a nice smile. Grandma wore orange glasses and they made her look smart. Since she was tall and slender most of the time she wore long nightgowns. If you had seen Grandma walking around, you would have noticed her bare feet. She had blue veins that looked like leg warmers going up her legs.
     Granny told jokes and she loved to laugh. Granny had a cord from her oxygen tank that ran accross her living room floor. Everytime I would walk through the living room, I would trip and fall. Granny would laugh and get me tickled as I lay on the floor.
     She liked to see others have fun, especially playing games. She went to bingo with my mom. During the day she watched game shows like Hollywood Squares. My Granny would spend time playing goldfish and slapjack card games. Whatever, we did, Granny made sure it was fun.
     Granny wanted the best for me. She would always say "Be a good girl." Granny thought it was important that I learn how to cook. First she taught me how to scramble eggs. She showed me how to hit the egg on the table and crack it open. In the skillet she showed me how to keep the eggs from sticking by using the spatula. Granny was a good teacher to have.
     Granny wasn't afraid of hospitals or doctors. Since she was sick a lot, she lost her hair. She had to wear a wig. I never heard Granny give up or complain, and to me that showed me her courage.
     I am glad to have a Special Granny in my life. She was fun to be around Even though she died in July, I still remember her and all the special things we did together. I know she loved me.

A note from Jessica's Mother....

For years I grieved over the fact that I felt sorry for my Mother as well as my Daughter. I greived and I cried a lot because I had felt like Jessica did not get to experience or have a relationship with her Grandmother. At the end of the school year in 2002 my daughter brought home her writing portfolio, which included this letter. My heart melted as I cried tears of joy for the first time since my mother had died. I was amazed at what my daughter had written. Then I realized that my Mother had given my Daughter more than I could have imagined. She gave my daughter the most precious gift in the world...The memory of knowing that her Grandmother loved her. What more could I have asked for.

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