Today I said goodbye to one of the most influential and wonderful women in my life. It may sound pathetic but my Mimi was my very best friend growing up, and I feel certain that she would have been my best friend until she passed if Alzheimer's had not gotten ahold of her over 10 years ago.
She was the most well-dressed woman I ever knew and knew not how to tell her grandchildren no. Not in the spoiled rotten way but just in the "sure, baby" kind of way. "Mimi, will you make me a peanut butter milkshake?" ... "Sure, baby." "Mimi, will you sleep with me tonight?" ... "Sure, baby." "Mimi, will you bring me lunch at school today?" ... "Sure, baby." "Mimi, will you rub my back?" ... "Sure, baby."
We all but grew up in that split-level house with the 70s green and yellow wallpaper and old brick floors. We fought over who got to sleep in the hole-in-the-wall and who got to be Mario on Super Nintendo. She taught us how to ride four-wheelers and shoot hoops, how to shell peas and cook 'em too. I'm sure gonna miss her but I know Heaven is so excited to have her. Her mind is healthy again, and she is with the love of her life once more.
Though I'm not sure exactly what happens in Heaven, one thing I know for sure is that she is reunited with this feller now and they are doing the jitterbug and reminiscing about days gone by. He's drinking a cappaceeni (as he called it), and she's doing a puzzle while he reads out of an old war book.
I hate MaryCollis won't ever get to know Mimi or Papa but we'll be sure to tell her lots of stories!