As my brother said, today the world lost a wonderful woman.
This is more of a personal post than anything, but as I am rushing around doing everything to get ready to leave for South Carolina in just a few minutes, I thought what better time than now to put down some of my favorite memories in writing. After all, that is all I have been thinking about all day.
I remember the day so clearly. The day that I gave my grandmother her name “Momo” and my grandfather his name “Poppy”. And it stuck like glue. I have had a Momo and a Poppy since I was about 4 or 5 years old. And my Momo was Momo to literally everyone! My friends knew her as Momo. Whenever she first met someone, she was quick to tell them to call her Momo. At such a young age, it seemed so matter of fact that she did that, but now thinking back on how she so defined herself by the name I gave her, it is so very sweet. My Momo.
She taught me how to swim in the swimming pool in her backyard. She rocked OUT to some Michael Jackson, and I have other cousins who would attest to that! She and I would make girls’ weekend trips to the beach and she would let me listen to her Christmas music tapes all 5 hours of the trip down there. And of course if it wasn’t Christmas music, she would tell me to put in the Michael Jackson. She was so cool.
She loved taking me shopping. I am her only granddaughter and because my Dad (her son) and my uncle (her other son) are twins, she loved telling me that she never had a daughter until I came along. And she loved treating me that way! We would have an early lunch at the Picadilly Cafe (one of her favorites) and then hit the malls shopping all day for back-to-school clothes. She made me feel like a mini-model. She would have me step out of the dressing room as I tried everything on. She said she wanted a fashion show I remember her telling me to try on a cute little leopard print 2-piece when I was about 10 years old. She loved it, but I remember telling her that my Dad would not approve! She just laughed!
I would spend the night at her house almost every weekend during the summer when I was younger. She would let me get out her make up bag and her foam rollers and brushes and she would sit on the couch and I would sit on the back of the couch behind her and give her a “makeover”. I would get so excited when her makeover was finished, and she would run to the bathroom with me to look in the mirror and tell me “Oooooh, how beautiful Harrison!”. Although, I’m sure an 8 year old doesn’t do hair and makeup all that well!
She loved dipping her fudge popsicles and her peanut butter crackers in her coffee. She loved to swim. She loved to listen to me and enjoyed our “girl talk” as much as I did. She was such a classy, southern lady and dressed to the nines all of the time. She loved all of her grandkids. No one held a candle to us, and she made us all feel so very special. She was at every dance recital, orchestra concert, and swim meet. She always had candy in her house for us, even though she was a diabetic. She hosted our big family for Christmas every year. She loved me and my family, and she even got to meet my sweet little girl. One of her six great-grandchildren.
My Momo. How I will miss her.