My Grandmother Anna Ellen (Helen) Van Sickle passed this morning. She lived a life of 90 years and we have known this was coming for quite some time. She had 5 children, 5 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren which leaves me to wonder if 5 was ever a lucky number for her.
Things that I remember or have learned from her....
She had this pink outfit around the time of my high school graduation. It was
pepto pink and completely matching from the LA Gear high tops, socks, long shorts, shirt and tennis visor and I think a matching fanny pack. But this was the way she always dressed, everything matched. My gifts of clothes from her came this way too.
She always had my favorite potato salad from the store in the fridge. She was also the one to create my hatred of stew. My grandmother was not a very good cook. Stew was one of the only things that she made that my Dad could
tolerate eating when he was dating my Mom while she lived at home. Each time we would go for a visit the first dinner we would eat was stew. I hate stew. Once you mentioned liking anything
edible that she had, it was always in the house each time you came.
I believe I get my need to garden from her. She had a huge vegetable garden in the back yard. There was mint and rhubarb, tomatoes and cucumbers. I do flowers. She would spend hours tending that garden.
She was an Army nurse, signing up to serve during WWII. I remember the white uniform she wore when she worked at the VA hospital. I had my own white paper nurse hat and stethoscope.
I learned about the strength of unconditional love. She was not a fan of us using Van as a nickname. Van was her nickname for my Grandfather Willis Van Sickle (who I was naming Van after), she was the first to call him that. She expressed I think to everyone except my mother and I that she did not want me using Van unless it was his real name. Well, she lost that battle, but that did not stop her from loving on him the first time she met him. (pictured above) Nor did she stop loving me nor I stop loving her, I did have an issue of not liking her for awhile though. I learned that just because you love someone unconditionally doesn't means that you have to like or tolerate all of their behavior or even forgive right away. It means you will always care about them.
Her passing was not a surprise. She had not been doing well over the past few years. It started with losing hearing and then not following conversations. She went into a care facility about 2 years ago and the best way to describe it was kicking and screaming. There are not many that would kick and scream over anything after 85 but she did, she even ran away once. Which is proof that my stubbornness is hereditary.
The one thing I do not have is a material item that will always remind me of her in my home. Nor do I have an idea of what that could be. I have a painting of my grandfather and antique cameras, barware of my great aunt, jewelry from others. I hope I can find that item somewhere in my memories of her.