One year ago. my grandmother passed away. I won’t go into detail, but I will say that I sorely miss her. I wanted to share– I guess you would consider it– a eulogy that I wrote/read for her funeral. I apologize for the grammar ahead of time…
Hi, my name is Bronwyn Spain and I am Loretta’s oldest grandchild.
I would like to start by saying that grandma was a teacher.
She was a teacher, and she taught us that if you don’t cheer for the SOONERS, you’re wrong.
She taught us that a woman’s hair should be done and lipstick applied no matter what and ESPECIALLY if you are going to the hospital.
She taught us that there was no such thing as too much shopping or too many pairs of shoes.
But most importantly, she taught her family the meaning of unconditional love.
I think her favorite thing to do was brag on the people she loved. She bragged frequently to me about my paw paw, how he took care of her, and that she couldn’t have had a better husband. She bragged on my husband and said he reminded her of her husband and that I better be good to him because he’s a keeper. She bragged on her kids and would often say she had the best son and the best daughter she could ask for. Last, she bragged on her grandchildren about all of their accomplishments.
She taught us that it is better to give than receive and she lived by this. When I wasn’t able to afford a car when I was 16, she and my pawpaw bought me not only a car, but my favorite car at the time. She would constantly want to go shopping with the people she loved and would ask if there was anything that they needed because she loved buying a pair of shoes or a top for them. If we were going on a trip, she would give us a little bit extra cash because she didn’t want us spending our own. She loved to cook for people and if she thought you were too skinny, she would offer you food until you gave in and ate it. She wanted to make sure that everyone was taken care of and in return, she was very very loved.
She taught us that caring for others is important. She was the sunshine lady in her car club whose duties were that whenever someone was sick or in the hospital she would take them something on behalf of the car club and go visit them to cheer them up, and I can’t think of anyone better than her to bring some sunshine into a room.
She taught us colorful and creative vocabulary. Her family and I have compiled a list of our favorite sayings… we like to call them Lorettaisms.
Hotter than a flitter
Hotter than a pistol
Oh fiddle faddle
Bull HONKEY or just simply Oh Bull!
Your hair looks like a rats nest!
Flip my dipper
She also loved talking about feet
Oooooh! Your feet are like Ice!
I just have the HARDEST time finding shoes. I have got a skinny foot (she had about a hundred pairs of shoes in her closet)
Look at Kevin Durant’s feet! They’re like boats!
I RAISED my kids
Get ‘em Get ‘em!
and everyone’s favorite, whatever flops your mop
We can’t be too sad about her passing because First, she wouldn’t want us to be and next, her family got to see her having the time of her life at my wedding in October, which I think is exactly what she would have wanted to do before she went. I’ll never forget how she lit up when “friends in low places” was played, and she, my sister Cecily, and I sang and danced to it together. Lastly, In 2007, she survived a major surgery that the doctors thought she wouldn’t make it through, so really, we were all given 6 more years of time with her, and I could not be more thankful for that.
On that note, she taught us how to be tough. She had health problems through the years and with those, she was resilient. In 2007 when she had her major surgery, the doctors said it was a miracle that she made it through, but I don’t believe anyone who knew her was surprised. She loved life and she wasn’t about to give up without a fight. That was one of her most important lessons was to never give up.
My grandma was the best teacher of how to live a happy life.
I’ll end with saying this…
Loretta did whatever flopped her mop and she was absolutely the only person who could pull that off.
I will leave you with my favorite picture of her. This picture was taken by Brett Birdsong, our wonderful wedding photographer. I will never be able to express to him how grateful I am of the pictures of her that capture her feisty spirit that I knew and loved.
I miss you granny! I’ll have “Friends in Low Places” on repeat all day today