She was the best comforter

She knew what to say, and who to say it to.

I remember coming home off the bus and into her arms when I was little.

She would kiss my cheek and ask me

“How was your day?”

“You hungry baby?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Ain’t the Lord good?”

Sara McMillan was the best comforter.

 

She was born May 13, 1933.

Always helped others and never turned her back on anybody.

She gave more than she received.

She was an observer and listener.

She always said “God is good, be blessed.”

My mom’s mom’s mom was the best comforter.

 

As I grew up, she got older.

She endured two strokes and a heart attack in less than three years.

Yea, I know.

God why would you do this? What did she do!

I went to see her at the hospital, she greeted me with a smile as always.

“It’s okay cookie, I’ll be alright.”

Tears streamed down my face.

“God is good” as she would say.

Months later she was back at her home,

Filling our hearts with joy and wisdom.

I went to see her and she showered me with gifts.

I was confused, I knew she knew something I didn’t.

I didn’t give it much thought. Bye Momma, I love you.

My Momma was the best comforter.

 

I got busy, weeks passed, months even.

Valentine’s Day.

I was thinking of her, and I felt guilty I stopped seeing her. I got her a talking love dog.

She loved animals that talked.

“You ready Kala?”

Yes Ma’am.

Pull in the driveway, no car, no answer at the door, no answer to our call.

“Hey, it’s Kala, your cookie. I came by to see you. Call me back, I love you.”

She’s probably at my aunt’s house like usually, no biggie.

 

That next day, I saw it in my mom’s eyes.

She sat me down, I couldn’t move.

“Kala, it’s okay. She passed this morning in the hospital, she denied her life support.”

She was in the hospital again?

She’s gone?

Mommy!

She just hugged me.

Ever had your heart ripped out? Well, it’s the worst feeling ever.

I remember this day vividly, it was the morning of my last freshman slice conference in March.

How’d I do it?

I didn’t, it was horrible. God did it.

How’d I do that? Favor.

My Momma taught me well.

She’s my precious angel from above.

I love her more than anything.

“I know that’s right Kala.” Her sweet voice is always missed.

But her wisdom, never forgotten.

But still, she’s gone. I’m still torn. It still hurts. It’s a slow process.

Even now, my grandmother, Sara McMillan was the best comforter.

My guardian angel.

I miss you grandma. I’ll always love you.

Sincerely, your cookie.