Thread: Important Departed People...Share your Stories!

Thanks for this thread Chris. Here's a story about my girlfriend's grandmother:

I met Momsie on Easter Sunday 2001. Scarlett told me the family always called her grandmother “Momsie” and so should I. We were introduced in Momsie’s kitchen. I had heard Momsie was a tough woman but I would have known that as soon as I saw her. From her wheelchair, Momsie was directing the entire household’s preparation of Easter dinner, which in Momsie’s house always included a leg of lamb. Momsie said, “Brad, Scarlett tells me you can cook”. I told her I do my best and some folks like what I cook. Momsie moved our conversation along until I found myself actually cooking the lamb, including the gravy. She would ask me questions about cooking and I’d answer as well as I could. Some of the questions were about the roast leg of lamb, some were about other recipes. All the while I knew, although Momsie was asking these questions, she already knew the answers. Momsie was testing me. I was very nervous while I was cooking, especially the gravy. But when she tasted her dinner, Momsie said, “Brad you can cook”.
Momsie had grown weaker over the last two years but she was still a tough woman. Only this Easter, Momsie was directing from a hospital bed. When Scar told me we would be visiting Momsie on Easter, I prepared a leg of lamb and made some lamb broth so her Easter menu tradition would not be interrupted.
We were told she hadn't eaten and is refusing to eat. However, when Scarly told Momsie I made some lamb broth for her Easter dinner, Momsie grew noticeably more alert. She said to sit her up so she could taste it. A cup with of warm broth was held so Momsie could take it through a straw, which she did, several times. Scarlett, being typically over-protective, asked Momsie if the broth was "too spicy" or "too hot". Momsie slowly and carefully took another sip before she said (surprisingly loudly), "It's good Brad". Then she lay back down and drifted off to sleep. I was told that my broth was the last thing Momsie ate before she passed on last night. I'm glad she liked her broth. I hope it brought her a little pleasure.