Where do I start? How can I tell you how much this woman has meant to generations? How can I express how deeply she was loved, how much she will be missed?
She grew up as a homesteader a real homesteader. She was educated, worked, raised a family, she loved, she lost, she had so much. She watched her family grow and grow and grow. She was there in good times and bad. She made each and every one of us feel important and loved (and there are many of us--she was a great great grandmother to many).
Her home was the family home. Many family members lived there at some point or another. Her house, with its red carpet and black couch, was a childhood playground to many of us. The growth chart on the wall, the toys, the artwork of grandchildren, the photos.
She was an elegant woman, kind, graceful, loving. She was always a hostess, always the heart of the family.
Last night as I looked down on Cordelia, sound asleep I wondered about her future. I thought that one day, nearly a century ago my Great Grandma Rose probably lay in her own mother's arms while my Great Great Grandmother looked down on her baby and wondered about the future of her little Rose. I am sure that she dreamed that her daughter would live a long and full life, surrounded by love--and she did.
While me heart is aching I am so thankful that so many generations came to know and love this wonderful woman. I am sad because she is gone, but happy that her story was so filled with love.
Goodbye for now Grandma Rose, I love you.