Grandma Lue

Luella Holtmann

"Grandma Lue"

Words can hardly begin to do justice to a life lived fully. My life is full of sweet memories of this lady, my grandma. I was blessed to grow up in the same town as my grandma and really know her. She was pretty hip. I know she was the first person to own a VCR in all of Trout Lake and more than likely she was probably the first person in Trout Lake to have a satellite dish. She was pretty much on the cutting edge of technology for our little hick town. We liked it though because it meant that growing up we got to watch nickelodeon and star wars as much as we wanted. Not to mention that her freezer was always full of Schwann's ice cream bars. We worked on puzzles, played games, watched the latest Disney movies, and ate food that mom and dad would never let us eat. Going to Grandma's house was pretty amazing!

Grandma was interested in many things. She collected happy dragons. She collected avon. She collected fancy ear rings. She collected salt cellars. She collected bulldogs. She collected glass floats. She loved birds and fed many in her yard. She was an artist. And a good one at that. She painted beautiful scenes of the ocean, the mountains, flowers, animals, landscapes...and she painted until the arthritis in her hands would not let her paint any more.

But beyond all of these facts about her life, the thing that I loved most about my Grandma was that she loved to visit. I loved sitting on the padded step ladder in her kitchen that served as the visitors chair while she made a fresh pot of coffee. There we would sit and talk about whatever. She liked to listen to anyone. She had many friends that would come sit in her kitchen and visit over a cup of coffee. We would sit there talking, me telling her about school, boyfriends, friends, family, etc. and she would listen and encourage with an occasional pause to look at the hummingbirds feeding outside her window.

I was not ready to get the call from my dad this morning that Grandma had died. I would have loved to have several more visits in the kitchen over a freshly brewed pot of folgers coffee. I would have loved to call her just one more time and hear her distinct voice on the other end of the phone. I miss her deeply. And the hardest thing about death is the fact that I just wish I had one more chance to see her. She had just heard that her cancer was not advancing and she wouldn't have to go in to check again for another six months. She and Grandpa watched the Mariners game last night and afterwards he tucked an extra blanket around her because she was feeling cold and they sat together visiting with his arm around her when she got very quiet and didn't answer back. She just slipped away peacefully and unexpectedly. And while I miss her here on earth, I live with the hope of seeing her again.