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Erin Spatz: My Mama was her own version of a Grandma

  • Tuesday, September 11, 2012

  • Updated Tuesday, September 11, 2012 6:31 pm

The majority of my columns are about the fun and crazy parts of my life. †
I have always been honest and up front about whatís happening in my life. †
But this is your warning: this is a sad column.
My Grandma (Mama) has passed away. †
My heart is broken. †
Although due to dementia, she has not been able to be the Mama of my childhood, she was still my Mama.
When I think of the word Grandma, I think of pie baking, story reading, apron-wearing older ladies. †
My Mama was her own version of a Grandma.
She raised three amazing daughters on her own, and had a career in an era when most moms stayed at home.
All three of her daughters became spectacular mothers and were women to be proud of.
While I know she had a whole life before my birth, and was even someone elseís Mama first, all I remember is her as my Mama, and all the things I loved about her.
She took me to eat at Chinese restaurants and we watched Cary Grant and Doris Day movies. †
Her backyard had all kinds of good fruits to eat right off the tree.
According to her, aloe could cure anything. †
Her blackberry pie was my favorite summer food.† Her dog Lucy was a weird combination of ugly and cute.† Mama was always interested in new foods from new places.
My love of reading came from her. †
She was always reading something, and always had a new book for me. †
She worked in the library system for most of my childhood, and to me nothing smells better than a book from the library.
And while itís incredibly silly, the part of her Iíll miss the most is her arms. †
I loved the soft part under her bicep. †
I would lean up against her and rub it.
I called it her flat tire, which now as a grown woman I know was rude, but I loved it. †
It was her.
I have more than enough memories of my Mama, but Iíll never have enough of them to replace her. †
She was 90 when she went peacefully in her sleep and she was ready to go, but I will never stop missing her.† †
I am grateful knowing that she has been reunited with her husband and sons.† She was and always will be, my Mama.

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