August 1st was the fifteen year anniversary of the death of Edith Belle Workman Collins. She was my grandma. She was also my closest friend until she died at age 86, when I had just turned 13. We only saw each other a couple times a year, but we often wrote letters back and forth from the time I could write. I won’t go into detail in this post of the last few months of her life, when she battled dementia. I choose to treasure the good memories. I do treasure the last visit with her (a week before she died) though she was in a coma, after having had a serious stroke. Mother and I were singing one of her favorite hymns, “O how He loves you and me!” We got to the last verse and suddenly a tear streamed down her unconscious face. Doctors often say that the patient can’t hear while in a coma, but I will always believe that her heart heard our prayers and then the voices of her dear ones singing her favorite song. Today, in Nana’s memory I would like to share with you, a poem I wrote just a year or two after her death. I am leaving it untouched, as the 14 or 15-year-old child wrote it.
Needing to hear some good advice
Needing to see a gentle face
I miss my Nana tonight
The smile of a happy greeting
The voice and the look of a deepful thought
Yes I miss her as I miss as I hear my Nana’s song!
The song so full of love and beauty.
Together we hung the clothes across the line
Basking in the greatness of the simple moment
In the smells and love of summer sunshine
A ladybug landed upon the woven basket
“Look Nana” the child cried with glee
Oh yes, that is a little wingling.
In the excitement of the moment
The freshly cleaned linen dropped to the ground,
The child expected an angry word
But was held close in the loving arms of Nana
In that special way which makes a child feel like gold.
That night only one was willing to go
To go to her pretty church upon the hill
Arm in arm with Nana I proudly walked.
I hear her voice still as she said
This is my baby, my Libby’s child.
The “Old Rugged Cross” we sang that night
Her voice so strong and sweet
She tells me of her Father’s love
O how I miss her so!
Tonight, I miss the song of Nana
Wanting that heart to listen with care
Tonight I miss the different beauty
Strengthened by the wisdom’s touch
Tonight I hear her singing
Singing with the angels
In our final home up in the sky!
-written by Kathryn E. Jackson
Bill Wither wrote this song about his own grandma. It was not received as well as some of his other songs like “Ain’t no Sunshine”, but it remained one of his favorites, because it was about his beloved grandma. Thanks Bill! I am playing it for my Nana tonight! I am not responsible for the contents of this video nor am I trying to make a profit from it. Thanks to those who uploaded the video. If you have any problem with sharing, let me know I will immediately take it down.