Dalton's: Grandma Redman

My Grandma Redman past away this past Wednesday. She was my last living grandparent. Kinda odd for a person my age- but just the placement in the family made it so. I have very fond memories of my grandma especcially as a young child of going to her house to play- but as time past and those high school and college years came there wasn't as much time spent with her- mostly my bad.

But the past 16 months I have been able to make up part of that time as she lived in Tremonton (in assisted living) instead of Ogden. Part of my "rent" from living in my parents house was to visit as often as I could, take her to doctor appointments and outings. I will admit I was very scared of this responsibility at first- but they are now some of my most cherished memories.

Grandma had demensia (memory lost) so she didn't always know me- but she knew Cinch. And would always say how she LOVED little boys, she had 4 sisters and then ended up with 3 sons of her own- she grew to LOVE little boys. As we would sit and talk during our visits I would try and stir up her memory of the old days- where her mind was the best. I learned new stories about both my Grandpa Baxter & Grandpa Redman who I never knew.

The times we went out for a lunch date- I am sure people thought I was crazy. Carrying Cinch in one arm, having grandma hold on to the other walking in and out of resaurants- ordering 3 kids meals, getting Cinch & grandma's ready for them - I never had time to eat my own, but she loved a good hamburger, drive in the car and would always tell me my time with her was better than a $100 bill.

When we would visit her at her assisted living home- she never liked to share Cinch with any of the other old ladies. She would get so mad if Cinch would go play by anybody but her. They would tickle each other and Cinch was always so excited to show her what toy he had brought to play with that day.

The past 16 months have blessed me with serving my grandma- and I will ever be grateful for getting to know secrets and memories she hadn't told me before. I'm not sure what I'll do without my Friday afternoons & Sunday Night visits with her- but she is finally in a a better place and no longer alone.