My Babi, Catherine Politski just passed away.
She had an accident two weeks ago, she collapsed in the kitchen and split her head open. The had to transfuse 3 pts of blood, and while in the hospital they discovered a mass in her abdomen. They assumed cancer, she refused any testing or treatment. They sent her home. She died in my aunt Joannes house, the house her second husband had built for her and her six kids, the house my mother grew up in. She spent the last week in a lot of pain. She went quietly with my mother, aunt Joanne and Aunt Toot with her.
If i remember it right, she was 93 years old, she outlived 2 husbands, 1 daughter, 2 grandkids and a set of pace maker batteries. She had only a 5th grade education having left school to helped raise her younger brothers and sisters by working as a maid in the rich homes in manhattan, and later had 7 kids of her own. She lived through both world wars (though an infant for the first), The Great Depression, The Pittsburgh Flood, and The Sonman Mine explosion (Dzia worked in the mine at the time), and probably a lot more things I can't think of at this moment.
Out of 5 grandparents she was the only one I ever knew.
She was strong and kind and fair, but still didn't take no srać from anyone
She is the woman I want to be when I grow up... *chuckles softly* if I ever actually do grow up
The one thing I will always remember of her, was that no matter how old she got, no matter how much it hurt her legs, for as long as she was able, she would never go to bed without kneeling beside it to pray at night. She's the one who taught me it didn't matter where you were when it happened, what words you say or what you do, all that mattered was you pray.
I'm going to the shrine. I'm going to light candles for her in the tower. I'm going to cry in the grotto, and because it ment so much to her, I'm going to do a novena for her.
How could I not? She's my Babi...
Serdecznie dziękuję, Babcia... kocham cię.... do zobaczenia
I just got off the phone with mum.
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