My grandmother, Mary Gladys Shearin, passed away today. She was actually Derek’s grandmother; however, by the time I was ten years old, both sets of my grandparents had already died. So, when over twenty years ago, when Derek took me “home to meet the family” and his grandparents Paul & Mary gave me big hugs and welcomed me to the family — at that moment, they became my grandparents, too.
Grandmother Shearin was 101 and a half years old. And until only two months ago, she was the one the family asked when we couldn’t remember someone’s name or a date that something had happened. For example, she remembered that it’d snowed on a particular Sunday back in 1945 (she could recall the exact date, who they had lunch with after church that day, and what they’d eaten). Grandmother Shearin remembered virtually everything.
She was born in 1910. I can’t imagine having seen as much as she did in her long lifetime. The first “vehicle” she ever rode in was a horse-drawn buggy. Grandmother said she most definitely preferred cars — no bumpy dirt roads, no dust, and no heat. And best of all, you got to where you were going faster.
She was an absolutely voracious reader (she especially loved cozy mysteries) and crossword puzzle solver. And just last Sunday, she was sitting up in bed reading the newspaper. She was so proud of the fact that I was an author.
I’ll be dedicating All Spell Breaks Loose to her.
We’ll be having a family graveside service on Saturday and a memorial service and reception on Sunday. It will give her family, her friends, and the many people whose lives she touched a chance to reminisce, share stories about her, and maybe even smile and laugh.
Grandmother would have especially liked that last part.
I love you, Grandmother. I miss you already.
