Andy's grandmother passed away recently after having a stroke last month.
If you knew her at all you would realize that she would have poked me in the eye for calling her "grandmother".
She was Wes, or Weeso. She was a teacher, a mom, a grandmother and a great-grandmother. If she liked you, good, if she didn't, you knew it. She taught Andy how to hop up the stairs on one foot and take his vitamins. She passed out sugar money before you took a road trip and took it back if your skirt was too short (okay, maybe that was just me). She loved Christmas and knew how to make it fun. She loved it so much her tree usually stayed up year round. Even when the Easter parade was marching through it.
She was real. And she loved her family. She loved sports and she taught them well. She stepped in for my husband and his brother when their dad left.
She was Weeso.
She scared a lot of my friends when we were in high school, she smoked for years. She drove super fast and she loved Dean Martin. She didn't like girls. God gave her four of them.
When I had the twins she mentioned that it was good that I had lots of girls.
They take care of you when you get old.
She brought stuffed animals for my girls, more than I wanted. Taught Lainey that a dollar would go far at the dollar store.
She sang songs from the old days. Even when her memory was a little shaky, she knew all the words.
She was Andy's biggest fan and loudest critic. She made him better. She made him a ball player.
There are too many things and I cannot put it into words. It's sad that she's gone. For my husband, it was like burying a parent.
I think Lainey said it best.
I told her, after the stroke, that Weeso may have to go to heaven soon.
She asked why.
I told her.
but mom, she's our Weeso.
And she was. Loud and funny, bossy and sweet. Real and loving. Giving. Oh, so giving.
She was our Weeso.
And we miss her.