My Momma's Momma.

I always asked how my grandmomma (Dot’s momma) died but for some strange reason I could never remember. My aunt and I were talking over the weekend and she went through the details of what happened. My grandmomma was supposed to be sitting with my momma who just had a miscarriage. She wandered off and ended up on Sixth Street drinking. People called for someone to get her but for some reason didn’t go until later.  When they got there someone had put her in a car.  She was dead but my aunt and uncle didn’t even know it. They took her home, got her in bed and still hours went by before they finally realize she was dead. My aunt kept thinking something was wrong because she wasn’t snoring but my uncle just blew her off. We often do that really not thinking. My grandmomma had drinking spells. She would be sober for a while and then she would drink. I’m guessing whenever she did drink she drank heavy. Supposedly she died from cirrhosis of the liver but my aunt and other people have said she died of a broken heart. My granddaddy was always out of town and when he was in town he was out cheating. In a sense I feel my granddaddy is responsible but I don’t remember my grandmomma so I don’t have any ill feelings towards him. He’ll have to answer to God for the way he treated her. It hurts a little because I didn’t know either of my grandmommas. Jessie Mae knew me, she held me, babysat me, and took care of me while my momma worked. I’ve always heard she was a “good woman”. I can imagine because I think my momma is an awesome woman.   I was one year old when she died. She was 42. At one point in my life I wasn’t particularly close with my granddaddy but now I am. He’s the only grand parent I have. With all the grands and great grands he has he knows my name. That means a lot to me. I love him. He loves and cares about me. He always asks if everything is ok in my world. I think he is proud of me too.