My great grandma Marsh died on February 15, 2011. It has been more than a month but she is still fresh on my mind and I miss her terribly. Grandma had been sick for years, I think she started showing Alzheimer symptoms shortly after the death of her son, my Uncle Phil. For the last of grandmas life on earth she was in a lot of pain, she was on bed rest and required additional help at home. This was hard for my great grandpa, he loved grandma more than anything and I worry about him everyday since her passing. Grandma was a huge part of my life. When my dad was in the legislature we lived with my great grandparents. I pretty much grew up with grandma there. I have found myself remembering silly things from my childhood. There are so many amazing memories, one particular thing that I remember is sticking a sticker on a light switch cover. Grandma loved that, it is still there and that was at least 17 years ago. It is crazy thinking about grandma not being a call away but I know she so much happier and she is no longer in pain. I think it is amazing that my grandma will know my children before I do. Grandmas funeral was a little different than usual. We have a serious shortage of men in my family so half of the Casket Bearers were Great Granddaughters. I had the honor of being part of this. It was a little unusual but I am sure that grandma wouldn't have it done any other way. Grandma was such a loving person and I am so thankful that I am her great granddaughter.
My Uncle Phil died on January 26th, 2004. This was 2 days before my 13th birthday. My uncle Phil was a huge part of my life. Everything I can remember about my Uncle Phil makes me smile. He was an amazing person. I r
emember playing in the backyard with him when I was young and he was holding onto my arms and spinning me around, my puppie Gussie heard me squealing and she thought he was hurting me and she bit his butt. It was so funny, especially to a young kid. We learned a very important lesson that day, although Gussie was a little mutt she was protective of me (her girl). Uncle Phil used to take my cousin Halley and I out for ice cream on Saturdays. He would pick us up in her convertible and put our carseats in the backseat of the red convertible and off we would go. I am sure it was an interesting site with us in the backseat, but it is one of my best memories. When Uncle Phil died I thought the world was going to end. I remember sitting by his headstone and bawling my eyes out. Uncle Phil was younger when he died. He was in this early 50's. He had a hard life, he had bipolar and he had cancer which eventually took his live. Watching him struggle with his bipolar was hard for me and since I was diagnosed I can relate and understand better his struggle. He was such a wonderful man and I think of him all of the time.
I have been blessed with an amazing family. I would never change them for anything, they are mine and no matter the craziness I love them.
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