My Grandparents & I, May of 2007

I have been dwelling on this word for quite some time now.  I have been trying to get this piece about my list of indestructible people out of my brain but it somehow couldn’t come out. There has always been a select bunch in my life that I couldn’t picture leaving this earth. They have been dominant figures in my life for many reasons and have helped stretch my emotional and mental growth to know no actual bounds. Now, here I am faced with the reality that the prime example on my list of indestructible people is gone. We lost my Grandmother on Monday. She was 76 years old.

The word indestructible is defined as not able to be destroyed. There are a few people in my life that I see as unable to face the fate of destruction and my Grandmother is one of them. Maybe I am looking through the naïve eyes of a child but even at 25 years old, I find myself unable to wrap my head around the idea that this iron horse of a woman is no longer with us; that somehow she fell off this prestigious list burrowed in my mind. How could this woman who took every vitamin known to man, drank eight 8 oz glasses of water of a day, walked until she was exhausted be gone? My Grandma was a woman who always took great care of herself. She was prideful when it came to doing things herself and for as long as I could remember always made sure it stayed that way. She never needed anyone to do it for her, she would get it done her way or it couldn’t be done at all. Towards the end of her life she was crippled by a deep depression causing these stubborn qualities to drift away from her into the distance of her mind. While her health says otherwise, I fully believe she died of a broken heart. Her reason for being in this world, her reason for being so stubborn and set in her ways left us six years ago. After 52 years of marriage, she lost her husband to stage 4 lung cancer and was never the same again.

While I fully grasp the greatness of her loss I choose to see past her mental disease and failing health and remember my Grandmother Dorothy Magill as a fighter. She was a dedicated wife, a loving mother and an even better Grandmother. I wish I had the words to properly tell you about how wonderful she is. All I know is I’m going to miss her but I know she’s finally okay.