| | Speaking of houses.
My grandmother fell in love with a townhouse over on Buena Vista. She bought it and lived in it for awhile and then sold it and moved to a newly built house over in Colony Creek. My son loved staying with his great-grandmother over at the CC house because he had friends in that neighborhood. He stayed over there often. (He's now 17 he was 4-? then.)
At some point my D-mom moved back to that townhouse on Buena Vista. She lost the ability to climb the stairs so she had a lift installed. My children thought she installed that chairlift just for them. It was like Fiesta Texas at D-mom's.
My oldest was still staying the night at his "D-mom's" and her health got to the point where she would tell him, "If I die in the night, don't call 911, just call your mom to come and get you." I told her that when she said things like that I got really scared and sad. She said, "Don't worry about me. I know where I am going."
She got to where she couldn't use the lift so she moved out of the townhouse on Buena Vista and into a one story house on Vine Street. It was close to the park and the graveyards with some family plots. I thought that was morbid and she thought I was silly.
My children and I got certified in CPR which seemed to insult my D-mom. She warned us to NEVER resuscitate her - OR ELSE. One time I was scared she was dying so I snuck into a dark room and called my aunt, one of her daughters, and whisper-screamed, "What do I do? She would kill me if I used CPR on her!"
My grandmother survived, probably because she assumed I was hiding and calling 911, like she told me to NEVER do.
Eventually she moved back to that townhouse on Beuna Vista, had an elevator installed, and lived there until she passed. I knew, when she bought it that last time, that it was where she would breathe her last breath. She loved that townhouse.
We stayed many week-ends there - the children and I. We all watched many movies on the Turner Classic Movies channel. We helped take care of her those last three or so years. I kinda fell off the face of the planet during that time. I don't think I've gotten back up.
Her ashes are there. I don't know if that would please her. At her memorial service which was held in the townhouse I imagined her looking down saying, "Sillies! Just sell the house and move on. I'm home NOW."
(one day I will edit that and repost it)
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| | Posted 5/29/2009 11:34 PM - 21 Views - 4 eProps - 5 comments
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