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Happy Birthday Grandma!

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Geneva V. Coley-gone but never forgotten.

My grandma has been gone now for 9 years. Some days are harder than others but I miss her everyday. It’s funny, the things that make me think of her; my mother’s hands, my aunt’s voice, anytime my family gets together, certain cooking smells.
I miss talking to her; her wisdom, her jokes, her fussing. Just being in her presence was…comfortable and comforting.
Today would have been her birthday. Every year I think of one thing…
23 years ago, on this day, I went into labor; it was my grandma’s birthday. I was laying around at her house on the bed that she kept in her living room and said “Granny, I think I’m in labor.” She said “I know.” I asked her how she knew. “I’ve got 5 children. I know it when I see it.” I said “Granny, it would be cool if I had my baby on you birthday, right?” She stopped ‘piddling’ (as she used to call it) looked me in my eyes and with a straight face said “Don’t you have that baby on my birthday. I don’t like to share.” Soooooo…I waited two days.

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Happy Birthday…

This day is important to me for a couple of reasons. On this day, in 1936, my grandmother was born. My grandma was the kind of person whose door was always open. She would “put you up” for the night (or years as was the case for several people), she would feed you, counsel you and pray for you. She was an amazing woman who would do for others even when they had proven time and again that they meant her no good. She had a giving heart and I miss her very much.
On this day, 20 years ago, I 14 years old, 9 months pregnant and had started having contractions. I had gone to my grandmother’s house which was my daily routine and was just laying around watching TV. I mentioned to her that my belly felt tight and a little uncomfortable. She said “Ummm hmmm. You’ll probably have that baby soon.” I said “Wouldn’t it be cool if you and the baby have the same birthday?.” to which she replied “Don’t you have that baby on my birthday. Its mine and I don’t wanna share.” I pouted and she chuckled. My daughter was born two days later. Years later, we joked about how she had scared my baby into staying inside for a couple more days. My daughter was her first great-grandchild and my family was blessed to have 5 generations of love for the first few years of her life and 4 generations of love for 14 years of her life. I like to think there is some significance in the fact that I was 14 when my daughter came into this world and my daughter was 14 when my grandmother left this world.
Happy Birthday Geneva Verniece Coley.
Jan 21st, 1936-Feb 19th, 2005

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