I have held back quite a bit because I wasn't ready to talk about my grandmother passing. Out of everyone I know... She was the last one that I thought would go.

It still hurts me to talk about it. Especially now with it being Christmas time. She loved Christmas and watching us grandkids and great-grand kids just being who we are.

It's funny... Most of the time I am outspoken and will tell you like it is but I wrote a Eulogy for the funeral but I couldn't bring myself to read it or speak in front of my family. I have been estranged from them due to my parents for several years. I guess I didn't feel comfortable enough to let them know how I felt... I put my finalized copy in Grams casket before they closed it. I guess maybe I felt that they didn't deserve to hear the words that I had written to comfort myself at the time. I guess I was selfish that way at the moment.

It's amazing the memories that everyone getting together stirs.There are wondrous things that I had forgotten like painting rocks on hot summer days, and laying quiet at night in our bunk beds and listening to the whipperwil calling out into the night. Those memories so precious and bejewled now... I feel so ashamed to have forgotten them.

However, what I do remember is what sets me out from the rest. Which is not to say or mean that I am better, or am more special than the rest of my cousins. I am just saying that I had lots of time to spend with her.

I spent countless summers with my grandparents. Usually the week of my mom and dad's anniversary. We went for walks and caught frogs in the creek. Even the way that the water from the snow melting in the spring and how it made deep ruts in the ditches on the sides of the road was special. She was an all around amazing women. She hand painted her Easter Eggs. She made cookies, pies and candies like it was pure magic. I don't think that she had a mean bone in her body.

I can remember waking up whether it was Christmas or Easter or just any day that I was there with her and feeling so Special. She would give us the simplest things for gifts but yet they were more spectacular than the grandest gift that we asked our parents for.

I am who I am inside because of her. She taught me courage, strength, to be humble, and to be patient. She was my living example of everything that I can only dream of being. I know I want to be as she was, even to the end, beautiful and a lady. She was the light that was always there.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I am still dying inside and I am hurting

My grandma was always coming up with clever jokes or silly things to entertain us with. I guess it was her way of getting us to see things in different ways. This poem was sent to us by my Aunt who had found it in a pad of paper that had been collected and sorted through after my grandma died in October. I love her so much and these little gems that we keep finding make me feel so lost but yet found at the same time. She loved us all...As we are.. Not as we should be.


I wrote this bedtime story for all you children, grand and great. So I hope you can sit and read it before it gets too late!



"Little Angels"



Today I watched some children outside playing in the snow,

Leaving little angel footprints everywhere they'd go!


I thought, someday, I'd like to follow them and see where the angels go to hide,

When the children's hands and feet get cold and they go back inside!


But today I'm very busy, as busy as can be,

I'm making little goodies for Christmas dinner don't you see!


But then I woke up early in the morning and went out--quiet as could be,

A brand new snow had fallen, and not an angel footprint could I see!

Then I heard those little angels laughing, ...cause they had played a trick on me!


I stayed there very quietly until I heard the angels start to sing,

and I looked up, just in time, to see them shaking snowflakes from their wings!


So when you go to bed tonight and it's hard to go to sleep,

You must be very quiet---try not to make a peep


Shhhhh, just look out the window, and the little snowflakes in the sky

You just might see a baby angel, because tonight, they learn to fly!


When you finally close your eyes in sleep, I'm sure that you won't miss,

The softest touch upon your cheek, it's just a "Little Angel" Kiss!


Love,



Donna Wilson

A Mom, Grandma, and Great Grandma



Composed 5:30 am, December 24, 2000

I have worked at my place of employment now for 2 years... I finally am taking some VACATION TIME!!! I have had sick days and days for deaths in the family but I can't say... that I have taken a who week to myself in a long time.

When I worked for CMH in Owosso it was easy to get time to myself. We worked 12 hour shifts so that you really only had to work 3 - 4 days a week. I miss it there alot! I have continually been seeking other employment but nothing has come up that I feel is worth my time.

Today I was able to wake up... let the dogs out... feed them... have a cup of coffee... and let the rest of the house sleep in while I had some precious quiet time with myself...

Ok so my time was spend mainly surfing the net and listening to music... and playing with the little heathens, but damn I haven't done that in sooooo long. Matter of fact, in almost 2 years. It feels sooo good. Maybe I will do it again tomorrow!

Ok so Don is making breakfast so I have to go and save the kitchen....

See ya!

Recently Don and I purchased a home with the help of my Mom and Dad. I have never asked them for anything since I moved out. So when they agreed to help us I was floored because my initial thought was... If they have not wanted to help in the past, then why would they want to now? I guess it's just time...

It's funny how a major life event brings people together and then tears some apart. I don't know what's going to happen... but I hope that it only furthers my relationship with my Mom and Dad where as in the past it was impossible.

It may upset some... but I have spent the last 7 years of my life trying to get back or even close to the point where I am with them now, and I am NOT going back to being the black sheep. I have spent too long in that shadow and I won't continue that legacy.

I have learned that you are nothing without family...

Don and I spent my last couple days off up at my Mom and Dad's cabin in Hubbard Lake. Don and I have agreed to help them with some of the improvements and upgrades on the cabin and pole barn to help us pay some of what they loaned us back.

It is so weird... We had a great time. I am amazed and blown away to say that. My mom and I even were able to talk without having to be guarded and tense. The conversations with my parents flowed and seemed to be effortless the way it should be. The Stigmas of the past seemed to have been forgotten and washed and it felt good.

I have never in my life claimed to be perfect... Lord knows that I am far from it. I just hope that things continue on this path for the better. I am jubilant and relieved and so many more emotions that I can not list here because there are no words to describe it.

But more over, I am thankful for the opportunity to be here and to feel what I do. It makes me appreciate the things that I have worked so hard for... while others were handed it all their lives and have taken it for granted and advantage of it.

So Many Thanks For Family...