My grandma died today at the age of 95. She was preceded in death by her parents, brother, both of her husbands, and her son. She’s survived by her sister, three children, 14 grandchildren, 26 great-grandchildren, and six great-great-granchildren.
About seven and a half years ago, she had a stroke that left her paralyzed on her left side. For about two or three years, she couldn’t do anything because she was too weak to support her paralyzed side. Also, she was basically blind, so the only thing she could really do was listen to audiobooks and listen to her favorite program on TV, the Lawrence Welk Show.
She was finally able to move into an assisted living center and lived there until about a week and a half ago when she suffered a second stroke. The second stroke left her paralyzed on the right side. It was good that she passed on, so she was no longer imprisoned in her body.
My grandma was born June 13, 1913 in Rapperswil, Switzerland. She was the oldest of three children. When she was around six years old, her family moved from Switzerland to the United States. Her first husband, George Bradley, died when their son Spencer was three years old. She met my grandfather, Bert Peterson, some years later and they were married when my mom was about 11 years old.
I have several fond memories of my grandma. Up until her first stroke, she’d always send a birthday card to her grandchildren. I still have several of those cards. Even the fact that she never spelled my name write, makes them more important to me.
I also remember going to her house when I was younger. At the time, my family lived in Orem, Utah and she lived in Logan, Utah. We’d take a day to go visit her and she usually had cookies for us, which I always loved!
Grandma was a huge Aggies fan. (That’s the Utah State University Aggies not the Texas A&M Aggies.) She and my dad would always heckle each other during the BYU vs. USU football games.
I’m really going to miss her, but I know I’ll see her again someday.