It appears that my foster grandmother has passed away at the start of this new year. She was born March of 1938 and had quite a few children. They lived in a quiet neighborhood in fairmont, west virginia since circa 1968. Now, I was born in that same town as well, but me and my real immediate family--may they rest in peace--moved to around the atlanta area in early 1964 and I've lived there since then. Some of my aunts and uncles lived in fairmont and knew my step-grandma quite well and introduced me to her. From there, me and her family had a close relationship.
Fast forward to the summer of 1990...the last few members of my de facto family passed away. That's when I was taken in by one of my step-grandma's daughters (b. 1964-present). I have no ability to live alone, I can't socialize very well. Enough about my troubled past, back to my "grandma"...
She was quite sociable, was quite popular in that small town of fairmont, she loved going to church. She was cheerful giver, too. Loved watching game shows, especially family feud, too. And don't get me started on comedians such as steve harvey and them. I spent several of my summers in west virginia with her family back in the days, but not so much in more recent times. In fact, my last visit was in spring of 2015.
She was married once, but he passed away in the late 1970s. She married another man after that time (b. 1939 - d. 2015). That man was a war veteran and was quite the handiman. Oh, and he owned three dogs over the years, one of which I eventually warmed up to, but I digress.
She does visit us here in georgia every now and then. One of her other daughters (b. 1958-present) is actively caring for her in more recent years. The house she's stayed in for all those years was and still is in need of renovation.
Just this afternoon, I overheard my "mom" talking on the phone with one of her sisters (b. 1961-present, but five months older than me), and it didn't seem to be the regular gossip they do. I go downstairs and ask what happened. My stepmom sadly informs me her own mother hath passed away, but from what, that remains to be seen. The other step-aunt found it too hard to disclose the rest of the situation, so she abruptly hung up.
Okay, here's who my step-grandmother looks like...
I hope she has a safe journey back to God's kingdom. I believe that we are eternal; spirits that inhabit physical bodies in this physical realm. When one passes away, they leave the physical body and returns to the supernatural realm.
そして...got any condolences? They'd be much appreciated.
That said, when I was young, I thought I saw a Banjo-Kazooie arcade game in Whistler, Canada during a trip there. Key word, thought.