My step-grandma passed away April 28, 2013 after a long decline from Alzheimer's disease. She came into our lives in 1991 when she and my grandpa married. It was a second marriage for each of them, and it was much needed companionship. She was a brilliant cook, often just cooking by instinct rather than from a recipe. She also sewed without using patterns.
The sad thing was that I never really got close to her until after she began to decline. She wasn't a mean woman, just not the squishy milk-and-cookies kind of grandma. She didn't want us to sit on the floor, roughhouse in the back yard. I chock that up to the time she was born and raised in and not any form of malice or spite. She loved us in her own way and we loved her back in ours.
I will keep the sweet moments of dancing with her in the living room while Ella Fitzgerald serenaded us. Giggling over the cute, silly things she said. Kissing her utterly adorable nose!
How much she loved my Grandpa.
Mary Margaret Nightser Labouy Wildi
There was a viewing, and many dear friends from the neighborhood she and my grandpa lived in came to pay their respects.
My mother and neighborhood friend admiring Maggie's dress.
Mr. Parker and his sweet Mama!
Viewings can be weird for people. Some people, like my fiancee find them morbid and weird. This turned out to be a wonderful time with family and friends. We told the best "Maggie Stories" and laughed until we cried. It was wonderful. We celebrated that she wasn't in pain any more, that she was at peace at last.