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When Grandpa left Grandma
Created By: Monica Hoecker

We don't really have a prayer shawl ministry yet at our church, we are trying to begin it by teaching others the art of crochet. I started on a prayer shawl one day because I thought it would be a beautiful ministry for the ladies of our church, little did I know at the time it would go to my beloved Grandmother. 7 years ago my Grandfather had a major stroke, I was due with my second child so I was unable to come down to see the man who raised me and support the one woman who has become my world & my guide throught the years. I remember it like yesterday, pacing & begging to be brought home, although home was a 6 hour drive away. I don't think my heart had ever been shattered more until then, and believe me when I say I have been through more breaking experiences than I wish to count. My dad flew down immediately to be by his father's side, and my mother flew from Dallas to Albuquerque to help my husband Tom, keep me from trying to escape to be with my grandfather. It was after Thanksgiving and my mother took me to walk and do all those things that are said to help induce labor. My son however, was on his own timetable and was born the day before my mom had to leave me. In honor of my grandfather my son carries his name. At the time the doctors were sure my grandfather would not survive and if he did by some miracle, we were told he would be a paralyzed. Time went by and the miracle we prayed for occured my grandfather lived and for a few years walked but his brain was deteriorating fast due to the stroke. February 15, 2007, my Grandfather passed away finally at rest after a battle that took all dignity and pride away from him.

The prayer shawl, my first, the one I was making for the next person who would need one went to my grandmother, who is now alone. For years she was surrounded by children, she raised her step-children, then her own children, then her grandchildren, myself, my sister, and my brother. After we finally were old enough for them to begin to do those things they always had wanted to do, my grandfather's stroke stole those plans and she then cared for him. His one year anniversary has just passed and my strong and couragous grandmother still misses him. The prayers shawl I made her, she tells me has given her so much comfort when she realizes that she is now alone and after so many years of caring for others, she has no one left to take care of. We sit and reminise about my Po-po's love of fishing, baseball, and jokes. My son, whom he had awaited with so much anticipation never met the real man, only the battered man whose brain never fully recovered from his stroke and who was unable to care for himself. My son enjoys all the same things my Grandpa did and just like my grandpa was waiting for him with joy planning to go fishing and watching baseball together, my son wishes he had his great-grandfather to do those very things. My grandmother has survived and I have no doubt will keep surviving. She holds to the prayers and effort I put into that shawl and awaits the day God will call her to join her "viejito" or old man. She slowly is learning to live for herself, something she had denied herself so many years. The prayer shawl I made for that distant person, is now for the person I love & admire the most in this world and instead of going far away, is right next door in my grandma's house, where my grandpa left her.


 
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