I’ve been away for a minute.
My grandmother, my mother’s mother, passed away at 7 a.m. Dec. 25 after five years with dementia and other health issues. She was 88.
I am working through emotional stuff, yep. But this post is meant as a tribute.
Lorraine Rachel Lonesome was born March 15, 1921 to Benjamin and Helen Lonesome. She was the last of seven children. Spoiled rotten. Her father was born a slave.
She made life a magical kingdom for me at least through age 8 or so and I’m grateful. I needed to believe in miracles and magic and wonder. Everything else in my life wasn’t full of sheen and shimmer.
I hope you enjoy this tribute and bit of a history a lesson.