Grace Marie Birky 7-1-1938 ~ 4-15-2014
Still haven't quite got my mind around it yet, but the woman who was, for all intents and purposes, my mother from the time I was 8 years old, went to be with Jesus this morning at 8:05 Mountain Time.
Most nice people tend to try and sanctify loved ones after they have passed, but let's not forget that it's me you're dealing with, and try not be shocked. She was not perfect...far from it. While this is probably a shock to nobody, I was not an easy child. The greatest character trait/fault that she and I had in common, I would say, is that anybody pushing either one of us found themselves pushed back. HARD! The first twenty years or so of our relationship was mostly difficult, often to the point of being brutal, but around the time I hit my thirties, there was this kind of sea change when we drew very close and remained so for the rest of her life.
This song makes me think of her, and how she probably would like us to think of her. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbFz2F_YYzI Brad Paisley's When I Get Where I'm Going.
I keep crying to the point where I'm having trouble seeing this screen. I know they're selfish tears...tears for myself...weak tears, but I'm going to indulge myself for a bit.
RIP, Old Woman.