Granny Youree: A Tribute

I first met Berniece Ruth Youree, better known around here as Granny Youree, when I attended a family reunion/party with Bryan during our dating days. To be honest, I don't have particular memories from that day as I was overwhelmed with new names and faces all delighted to take a gander at the girl Bryan brought home.

But it wasn't long until I got to know her and she me. 

She was all smiles on our wedding day. She and Papa Youree kept hugging us. So cute.

And then Bryan and I did our best to visit as often as we could. 

I quickly learned that Granny and Papa Youree loved each other dearly--thick as thieves is, I believe, how the saying goes. In fact, Granny passed away only weeks before their 70th wedding anniversary. While Papa did most of the chatting while we visited, Granny always piped in with a correction, witty comment, or story of her own. Hilarious--the girl had a sense of humor. 

As I've watched these two lovebirds over the last four years, what amazes me most is how intact their family remains. It seems their house is always abuzz with some great-grandchild, grandchild, child, or relative. It was a bit of a culture shock for me to realize this family doesn't just love each other; they like each other too. And that fact is a resounding testament to the genuine love, respect, and faith these two committed to, exemplified, and passed on to their family. Face it--your children's opinion of you is rarely off the mark. And all Granny's babies love and admire her dearly.

I know my four years knowing her does not compare with a lifetime of Granny love many of my Youree in-laws enjoyed. And I know I am not the most knowledgeable about Granny and cannot depict her properly, but I do want to let you know that I loved her too. And respect the woman who nurtured such a family, especially a son who then raised the greatest man I've ever known. 

I'm glad she's whole now. No more wheelchair. No more memory lapses. No more broken bones. No more burden of sin and death. But I am sad she's gone, especially knowing my sweet Anna Zane won't remember how Granny Youree lit up when Anna entered the room. Granny loved my baby.

The last day I saw her, Granny gave me a kiss on the cheek. Not the usual, "See ya later" kiss; but the goodbye kiss. She looked me in the eye and said, "I love you."

Granny, this one's for you.