Throughout the years I may not have been the grandchild that was around the most. In fact I've probably been among the group that has been around the least. That, however, definitely didn't mean I didn't absolutely adore these two wonderful people.
Early Friday morning my sweet Grandma Asay passed away. I've been thinking about her quite a bit since then, and I can't think of her without thinking of Grandpa as well. To me they are a package deal. Its been hard these past seven years to see Grandma or talk to her and not see or talk to Grandpa as well. Since I didn't have a blog when Grandpa died, I thought I'd share some of my feelings about both of them now.
I have so many fun memories of Grandma and Grandpa when I was tiny. I loved riding horses together and remember them singing while we rode. They ALWAYS had granola bars or some treat or another around. (I blame Grandma to this day for getting me hooked on frozen twinkies! Let em' thaw for just a minute and they are just nummy.) I also remember barbeques at their house and playing croquet in the yard. I loved to wander the empty lots around their house and help Grandpa in the garden. (Although I do remember getting into some serious trouble when I wandered off down the road with Danny.) Grandma always would let me play with her Russian nesting dolls and her FABULOUS assortment of perfume bottles. She never cared if I got into her jewelry and sometimes would tell me to go and get her jewelry box so I could try it all on.
After my parents died my siblings and I started spending a week or two every summer with Grandpa and Grandma. I, being the homebody that I am, was always a little hesitant to be away for so long. They were wonderful at putting me at ease and before long I was having so much fun I didn't want the vacation to end. For some reason fireworks and corn fritters stand out in my mind at this time too.
Every year we'd go up the Asay reunion in Wyoming. Grandpa and Grandma were caretakers at the ranch (that's the best word I can think of for it at the moment), and there were times that we arrived a few days before the reunion started. I loved helping them. My favorite thing to help Grandma do was the laundry. She used an old fashioned washing mashine that had a roller on it to "wring" out the cloths. I was just facinated with it. My favorite memories of Grandpa in the mountains are the drives we used to take, riding around with him in the tractor, and fishing. (Of course he sang during all of them.) One year after coming home to Roosevelt I missed them so much that Grandma Chapman called and asked if I could come and spend more time with them. I spent about a week with them all by myself and loved every second. I helped them caulk cabins, clean, whatever needed done.
As I turned into the dreaded teenager my relationship with them changed and matured. We had some very deep discussions and a few arguments, but we always worked it out. I always knew that they were there for me, and there were many times that my friends and I came out and stayed with them. Grandpa, of course, still had a small version of his garden and Grandma always had yummy treats she'd made. Grandma never minded taking me to the mall and I really enjoyed my time I spent with her visiting her sister in the nursing home. I remember being terrified to take their car one day because I had never driven in the huge city of Orem (ha!) but they didn't hesitate for a second to let me drive and ended up sending me on a few errands for them. Amazing that they trusted this small town girl with their car.
Years passed and I got married. They came to visit Kalani and I at the home we built and we would take them out to lunch or dinner. Wingers was always where Grandpa wanted to go and we were more than happy to accomodate him. There would be days that I would get home from work and there would be a box of fruit and veggies that Grandpa had picked from his garden sitting on my door step. Grandma would send blackberry jam home with me with instructions to always bring back the bottle so I could swap it out for a full one.
My little Nila was born and they were at the hospital all the time. I felt so bad because I knew that they worried so much about that tiny little baby. They were such a comfort to me during that hard time. Nila's NICU stay started out with them coming to visit me and it ended, 5 months later, with me going to see Grandpa in the hospital. I am still so thankful for those visits with him as, after Nila came home, I couldn't take her out of the house. The week that Grandpa died after his struggle with cancer was the week that Nila finally came off oxygen and we were cleared to take her out and about. This made it possible for me to attend my Grandpa's funeral. I always felt like he helped her out with that.
Over the past few years I didn't make it up to see Grandma as often as I'd like to. It seemed like whenever I'd stop by she wasn't there, but I did catch her on occasion. She spent quite a bit of time out of town staying with her children. Every once in a while though, sometimes quite late at night, I'd get a phone call from her. We'd have such great conversations and her laugh could always put a smile on my face. We'd talk about the same things once or twice because she couldn't remember talking about them before, but that was fine with me. I always wondered if she'd react the same way to what I was telling her and she usually did.
I'm so very glad that I got to see Grandma in the hospital before she died and tell her that I loved her one last time. The last few times I talked to her she told me over and over how much she missed Grandpa and how she was ready to be with him. All I could think of when I heard she'd passed was the reunion they must be having. I'm so proud to have had them as grandparents. They loved me so much and I hope they know that the feeling was entirely mutual!
Kamryn told me tonight, when she looked at a picture of Grandpa and Grandma with their children and spouses, "Mommy, I saw her today." She was pointing right at Grandma and proceeded to tell me that she'd seen her at church (Ron and Vicky's homecoming) and at that place with the blue box (which happened to be Grandma's graveside service.) She told me that Grandma had "got sick and died" but was now happy and up in heaven. What do you say to that, but to tell her that she is exactly right?