Monday, my grandmother passed away. Sunday night was the last time I saw her. We ate dinner with our family and she was as happy and content as ever. She beamed with radiance and beauty.
My grandma, Marcy, has suffered from Parkinson's Disease for over a decade. For those of you who aren't familiar, Parkinson's is a progressive disease of the nervous system and eventually leads to the loss of most of one's major motor skills. My grandmother was not very old, and before being diagnosed, she was the picture of health. Over the years, I have watched her body deteriorate, not due to age, but because of this disease. So far, there is no known cure. She knew when she was diagnosed that this was a terminal illness that she would have to fight, and she never once gave up.
My grandma was an exceptional woman. Even though she knew there was no cure, she kept the faith. My grandma had a board to spell out words on, so that she could communicate with others. My mom asked her a few months ago what kept her holding on for all these years, and what has inspired her to stay so positive through all of the hardships of this disease. She spelled out H-O-P-E. Hope.
This was the main quality of my grandma that I have admired for my whole life. She had hope even in the darkest of times. She kept the faith even when my grandpa, her soul mate, passed away this past summer. Marcy was the most amazing woman I have ever known. She fought the good fight and finished the race with dignity and class.
I will always remember my grandma and her gentle spirit. Her laugh was infectious, her smile could brighten anyone's day, and her heart was unlike any other. She spent her entire life serving the Lord and being a Godly woman. She had a heart of gold, and even during her worst days, she still managed to do so much for others.
I will remember her as selfless, caring, diligent, and hopeful, as well as many other amazing things. She was a role model of mine, and will continue to inspire me as I embarck on my own adult life. I shared 20 years of my life with her, which is so much more than I imagined after she was diagnosed with Parkinson's. She continued to defy the odds. It was not expected for her to live as long as she did, but she was able to hold on longer because of her positive energy and relationship with God, as well as her connection with her family/friends.
Even though she is gone, I know she is with me. I know I will think of her everytime I hear an adorably loud laugh. I know I will reminisce on our memories together, gardening, and feeding the fish in the lake. I know that I will continue to be inspired by her, and I will try to keep the hope and faith just as she did.
I thank God for giving me this relationship with such an inspirational person, and I can only hope that when life gets hard, I will be just as faithful to Him as she was. I can only aspire to be like her, but it takes a true warrior to fight like she did. I am thankful that she is now in a better place, free of all the pain she experienced with this disease.
Rest in peace grandma, you will be missed eternally, but I know you are in heaven looking out for me, and I am thankful to have shared this life with you.