My mom called me this afternoon to tell me that my great-grandmother died last night. I only remember meeting her once in my life, when we took a trip to where she lived in Knoxville, Tennessee, when I was nine years old. It was a family homecoming, with all of the many descendants of my great-grandparents coming from the various places they lived back “home” to Knoxville. She was my dad’s father’s mother. I don’t know a whole lot about that part of my family. As I mentioned the family home is in Tennessee and I’ve lived my life in eastern North Carolina and Florida, so I didn’t grow up around the extended family that still lives in and around Knoxville. My dad’s father died before I was born, so I never got the chance to know him.
My great-grandmother was 94. I remember thinking nearly twenty years ago how old she looked then, but she still had quite a few years left in her after all.
I’m so sorry, Shana.
Sorry to hear, Shana!
So sorry for your loss, Shana
Sorry for your loss.
This reminded me of something in the Southeast I’d forgotten about: how families will stay within a radius of their birthplace (at least most of my Mom and Dad’s families are that way). The plus was always having a ton of cousins to play with 🙂
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