My baby love, Nevaeh….
You were named after your great-great grandmother.
She passed away December 11, 2000.
She was not only my great-grandmother, she was also my Godmother.
The night before on December 10th at 11:30 pm, I was getting ready to work the graveyard shift and suddenly I had this overwhelming feeling that my grandma was going to die.
It was like she was letting me know.
I started crying, I told everyone that was around me, I was absolutely certain that it was time.
She had been sick off and on from old age, but she was in reasonably good
health and things were fine as far as I knew.
I went to work, stressed and with a knot in my stomach, barely able to
concentrate. The night felt longer than usual and I was all wound up and
couldn’t wait to get off.
I think it was about 7:30 the next morning, my mom called me and told me my grandma had
passed away that morning after she made a pot of coffee and laid back down.
She went peacefully in her own bed, in her own home, where she was most comfortable.
As much as losing her makes me want to spend the day crying a mixture of happy and sad tears
as I recall the memories of her, I can’t. I can’t just get under the covers and reminisce.
About our Grandma…. She was so funny, and everyone called her grandma including her many,
many grandchildren. She was tough as nails but had that soft side to her as well. I distinctly
remember getting tickled and scrubbed by her rough hands during bath time. Her rough
hands told the story about her life. She loved quarter pounders and an occasional Coors Light.
She was loved by so many and took care of countless children, related and not.
The funeral ceremony was so lovely, and we planned the usual three-
day funeral and gatherings with meticulous detail.
It was the most endearing way to celebrate of the life of our family matriarch.
Today is the anniversary of her passing, and I can’t take the time to grieve her
loss today, letters to write and things to be done so we can get you home.
I just wanted you to know that today, I’m not only aching from your absence but this day is also
in remembrance and celebration of the life of our grandma.
Grandma always called herself “Julie” and I’ll tell you the story behind that later on, when we’re
having one of our auntie-niece sleepovers.
Your mommy and she were extremely close, and your mommy took it very hard when she passed.
They loved each other and got along blissfully.
She named you after someone she loves so much, and misses incredibly. Our grandma was a
strong and loving woman, she never had it easy but still managed to have this loving way about
her that attracted everyone to her.
I used to sit on the porch with her and listen to the most fascinating
stories for hours on end. When we reconnect, I’ll tell you all about her.
So my love, it’s important that you know that you were named after our grandma, and your name
has a beautiful meaning behind it. Today her life should be remembered and celebrated. She is
And today like every day, you are dearly missed.
I love you with all my heart and I can’t wait for you to come home.