Memories Of A Wonderful Woman

Book 85 - Special Edition Post

Husher & Maggie Thomas
Copyright Reserved 2018

Luke 2:19 - 19. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. 





I take great pleasure in writing about what was one of the important women in my life, besides my mother Ruth . I can't say enough about this woman. My mother is the queen of all queens, but my grandmother Maggie Lee Thomas was an inspiration to me. I miss her so much! It's been almost twenty-nine long years in August since her death on St. Patrick's Day 1989. I felt as though I needed  to dedicate this post in her honor.

I never celebrated St. Patrick's Day after night she died. I saw it at the time as one of my darkest days of my life.  I remember my mother Ruth and a few others (of whom I don't remember came with her) to the house just a little before nine o'clock p.m. that night to inform my twin sister Sherri, my brother Wesley and myself about our sweet grandmother Maggie and that she passed on glory. It was totally silent around the house. No cries. Nothing.

My mind started wondering as I thought of my grandmother Maggie. I remember going the hospital the day before she passed away. I remember coming into her hospital room all happy and smiles. I walked over to my grandmother's hospital bed and touched her. Her skin was almost as cold as ice. She was very unresponsive to my touch. I immediately got upset with the nurses and doctors about my grandmother's condition.

I asked them, "Why was my grandmother so cold?" At that moment I thought the nurses and the doctors were freezing her to death. I asked the them if they would bring a couple of warm blankets into the room for my grandmother's comfort. The nurses didn't hesitate to do so as I requested. They were covered my grandmother Maggie with the blankets from her neck to the soles of her feet.

My mother Ruth stood on the other side of her mother's hospital bed looking at me and then at her mother. Then I looked up at my mother. I could tell my she wanted to tell me something. I thought to myself, "My mother Ruth wanted to tell me that my grandmother Maggie was going to glory." At that time...I thought that my mother Ruth didn't have the heart to tell me what was happening to my grandmother.

I know I couldn't take looking at my grandmother Maggie unresponsive state, because it was breaking my heart. I had to leave the hospital. My mother Ruth, my uncle Joe and my grandmother's brother Buddy stayed with my grandmother Maggie a little while longer. I remember arriving home to inform my sister Sherri and brother Wesley about our grandmother. That was the time we came together and we talked about all the memories we shared with our grandmother Maggie.

Sherri, Wesley and I shared a memory about Christmas. We remembered how our family came together for breakfast before we had a chance to open our presents. Breakfast was a must before anyone in the house could open Christmas presents. Grandmother would set the table with every thing she prepared for our family. There were biscuits, bacon, eggs, grits, sausage, and lots of homemade jams (guava, grape, or strawberry) she made herself, orange juice and the best of all...her special coffee I never learned to make myself.

I could taste that coffee right now as I write this post. Awesome memory! I remember that my grandmother Maggie has a name for everyone who upset her (and that was very very seldom) about anything that didn't make since to her. "Numb skull was her favorite word to call anyone who gave her nonsense." I couldn't help but laugh at my grandmother Maggie every time she called someone a numb skull. I also remember the time when she used her shot gun and accidently shot two birds out of the sky at the same time.

I remember a time my grandmother let my sister Sherri and I plan our sweet sixteenth birthday party at her house. We invited just a few friends (which turned out to be over fifty teenagers) showed at our party. I recorded some musics that we both Sherri and I loved that was huge eighties hit. Our favorite music hit at our party was, "Party All The Time by Eddie Murphy." The rest was totally eighties classics Sherri and I both enjoyed, as well as our friends. My grandparents didn't mind the noise.

My grandfather Husher went into the room.  My grandmother Maggie mingled with our friends and having a great time. That was one of the greatest memories of all time. Sherri and I really had a wonderful time watching our grandmother mingle with our friends...if only a brief moment until Sherri and I cut our birthday cake. We were very appreciative of our grandmother Maggie for letting us have our sweet sixteen birthday party at her hour.

I will never forget that for as long as I live. I think I'm about to write a book with this post. So I will stop here. I want to let everyone know that my grandmother Maggie was a very beautiful (inside and out) and a very sweet woman, I know everyone who would have know her would of loved the sweet spirit she had that everyone would of want to be around.

That's how special my grandmother Maggie were. I would never forget her sweet soul for as long as I live on this earth. I miss her so much.