This last week, the boys’ Great-Grandma Evelyn Pendleton passed away. We’ve spent a lot of time over the years working with the boys to understand who Grandma Evelyn and Grandpa Dick are. The younger ones don’t fully comprehend her passing away, but Ricky cried when we told him.
Maybe it isn’t that they don’t comprehend, (Rusty and Tommy probably don’t), but I think Billy just gets it. Ricky does, too, for he didn’t cry long. They get that we are families forever and that even though we’ll miss her here, she’s having a party with her parents in heaven and all the others that she’s been missing. She was 89 … a lot of loved ones have gone to heaven before her.
I wish the boys could go to the funeral. Not that I want them at a funeral, but so they could give Grandpa Dick a hug and tell him how much they love him and how sad they are that he’s going to miss Grandma Evelyn. But Washington is a long way away and plane tickets aren’t cheap, so I’ll just have to hug Grandpa Dick for them.
I had just one great-grandma that I met and knew… Grandma Henriod. Agnes E. Henriod. The last time I saw her, I was 13. I had very long hair, but it was pulled back in a ponytail and she asked my dad “who’s that boy?” She passed away a couple of years later.
Knowing a great-grandma is a pretty special thing. I’m so glad that my boys have known Grandma Evelyn. We’ll continue to share her stories and remind them about her and her special love. Because she is a very special lady. We love you, Grandma Evelyn!
