Four generation photo - taken June/2017
My grandma passed away a week ago Sunday. It was expected in that she had been unresponsive for five days, and she was 97. Anyone who knew her, knew that she was the most with it grandma around. When anyone talks about her at all, it's always about her sharp mind, memory for names, white hair and/or her style. Grandma always dressed sharp.
When I think of my grandma, it's her hands that come to mind. Her hands have shook for as long as I can remember. I'm sure there was a time that some cousins and I used to tease her about getting the milk into the cup as she was pouring. For as shaky as her hands were though, she had a grip. It was to her house that I would bike to when I wanted my hair french braided or permed, and she'd have my hair pulled so tight my eyes would water, but not a single wisp ever escaped a roller or a braid. I also remember her gripping my upper arm when we crossed the busy main street of Laurium.
I was able to head north on Monday. Everyone had an opportunity to come with me, but in the end it was decided that I would go alone. Wendy had out of town company coming for the wedding this weekend, Greg's family was coming for Thanksgiving dinner, we had two days of robotic practice scheduled for our competition this coming week and in the end - it worked out best if I just went solo. It also worked out well to fill up the back of my van with a family loom and deliver it north.
All of my siblings were able to make it. Above - my three brothers, my sister and my mom and I: Kevin, me, Dennis, mom, Terri, Brian. I'm the oldest, Kevin is the youngest. My three brothers live here locally and my sister is in Raleigh. I don't see my sister often, so it was a good week for reconnecting with her, my mom and I sharing a room at the AmericInn. In a moment of brilliance, I had thrown three swimsuits into my suitcase, so we were able to wind down a couple days by way of hot tub and sauna.
Grandma and Grandpa had four children - Jim, Carol (mom), Barb and Rick.
On Tuesday night, before the visitation, family came early to eat. Even with everyone not there, we did a pretty good job of nearly filling the fellowship hall. It's been about a dozen years since our last family camping reunion, and while we get Christmas cards from most of my cousins - there were a few young couples that came in that had me wondering which one was the Eskola. The family has grown, and love multiplies.
I had originally thought I would come home Thursday, but I ended up staying until Friday so that I could enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with my mom and sister at my cousin Carla's house. My mom and I followed each other home on Friday. I had a goal of making it home in time to watch Brian in his first Fantasy of Lights parade.
I made it home just as Wendy was walking out the door to get to the 5K. I was tempted, but not quite up to running after driving all day - I sat this one out. Our out of town company pulled into the driveway just minutes behind me. We all made it to the parade.
On Saturday we enjoyed our company, a wedding, and went out visiting after the wedding - not getting home until nearly 12:30.
The last of our company left Sunday afternoon - and then I napped.
Yesterday (Monday), I took the day off and caught up on the week. I went to school only to coach robotics last evening.
Today - it's back to routine.