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Wanda Mae Clark was your last surviving great-grandparent, and I prayed fervently that you two would meet. That prayer was answered, and I will always remember the immediate bond that you two formed. Sadly, you will not.
As you grow you will gain pictorial knowledge of her. You will learn to identify her golden smile in photographs. In a handful of these pictures, you also will be able to recognize your sweet little baby self.
Sometimes pictures fail to say the 1,000 words that matter most. Here are a few of the thousands of words that I would use in attempts to paint a more multi-dimensional image for you.
She worked as hard as any man, and she defined herself by this. She was tall, strong and proud.
She was a cotton picker and a grower of the beautiful and delicious.
She was a basketball player, tough under the basket and the gold front tooth to prove it.
She was an artist. She started to paint when, as a little girl, I asked her to paint a picture for me on a rock. She started painting after this and ultimately taught others to paint. Her favourite subjects were trees, barns and psychadelic-coloured mushrooms.
She was a creative cook, baker and card-maker.
She was a community activist and stood sternly for justice and fairness.
She was a woman of faith and was looking forward to joining our Papa in heaven.
Her eyes shined for you and her other kids, grandkids and great-grandkids.
She is gone, but lives on in you and through so many precious memories.
Oh Laura, I am so sorry for your loss. Your Grandmother sounds like a wonderful soul.
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Melissa Danis
Dearest Daughter,
ReplyDeleteYour Grandma Clark was and is so proud of you and of your dear child.
Her love endures as does mine just as our pride in your thoughtful accomplishments grows.
Ever,
Your loving mother
Thank you, Melissa, and thanks, Momma! Big hugs to you both.
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