My grandmother Margaret (Muggs) Davies made her transition at 5:30 this morning. After my class Thursday, I'll fly back to Idaho for the service. She died a few years after my Grandpa Homer, her husband, died of lung cancer. I'm glad that she didn't suffer for a very long time, and that she and my family had the wisdom to let go when it was time. I'm glad that my aunts brought her to McCall a few days ago, so she could be in the home she loved when she died.
As with my other grandparents, I don't know a lot about my Grandma Muggs. She loved huckleberrying in McCall, Idaho, where she lived for most of her life. She was a devout Christian. She had a palsy that caused her to shake badly and made it very difficult for her to eat and communicate at the end of her life. She almost always wore a gold cross around around her neck. Her skin and hair were a translucent white. She was stubborn as hell, but I mostly experienced her as quiet and loving. She was trained in physical education early on and always cared about nutrition and exercise. She had a temper, but was thought of by some as a "blue-blood," and so her temper looked something like Katharine Hepburn's temper: big but genteel. Everyone in McCall knew her, and her family, the Browns.
I should know more of the history, but I don't. I'm going to re-read this book, which has a lot of my family history in it:
Then maybe I'll know more.
Of course, the knowing is not the thing.
Anyway, three years ago, I had all of my grandfathers and grandmothers still alive. My three grandfathers have all passed. Yesterday, I still had my three grandmothers. Now I have two. I'm so grateful to have known all of my grandparents, and to have had them around this long.
Thinking of Margaret Brown Davies today.
As you are thinking of your grandma, I will think of you and your family. Hugs and have a safe trip.
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