June 17, 2006


Rosetta.

Thursday evening, after a surgery and roughly 2 hours after being diagnosed with colon cancer my father's mother, my grandma Rosie, died.

I'm not sure what else to say at this point. Like your typical grandma she always loving and caring and attempting to feed us at every turn. While I did not see her often, and saw her even less since moving from Tahlequah, I loved and adored this woman. Afterall, I ended up with her stature, her giggle and her way of making lumpy mashed potatoes.

I was in Tahlequah at the beginning of May to see a couple of my friends graduate, and even though she had just gotten out of the hospital I selfishly blew off my dad when he asked if I wanted to go see her for a chance to go spend time with my friends. We all end up with regrets over the ones we love.

I really feel that I lost more than my Ulisi, but that my only real connection to the Cherokee culture is gone too. One of my proudest moments to this day is when I gave her a dreamcatcher I had made for Christmas some 12 to 14 years ago. It had hung on her wall ever since.

I loved every little thing about this woman. I've cried many times since Thursday night and I'm sure I'm due a few more, but I really have no idea what else to say.

I'm leaving for Tahlequah today and most likely will not return until Thursday.

Since there is no way to say goodbye, do-da-da-go-hv-i.


Posted by Courtney at June 17, 2006 01:32 PM
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