With kind permission from my beautiful niece Carly I have copied and pasted her blog post and will be taking a short break from the blog world to be with family, life's most valuable asset.
Bertha Lee Potter Chambers
Bertha Lee Potter
Chambers
Perhaps the greatest blessing in my life is that I have been
surrounded by love since I was born. Sharing this love back has brought me great
joy and filled my days with goodness. My grandmother is one of these people who
has humbled me with her kindness and genuine love for others, and I am sad to
say that yesterday she passed away. Grandma had been sick for a while, but her
illness suddenly took a turn for the worse right before passing. I'm heading
back to Oregon today and will unfortunately need to cancel my plans with those
of you in Utah and Idaho. I love you all and will try to set something up next
time I'm in town.I only have a moment, but thought I would share just a quick couple of thoughts about her. My grandma is Bertha Lee Potter (yes, I'm related to a Harry Potter through my grandma). She never liked her name much and was subject to many jokes. One time my aunt put an article on their front door titled "BIG BERTHA ARRIVES" for when grandma came home from a trip (it was really for a giant ship arriving in Portland). The name jokes never improved much after she married a Chambers...the combination of Chamberpot was priceless. Her nickname in Spain was Pajarita because Bertie sounded a lot like Birdy.
Grandma, Grandpa,
and their 4 kids in Spain
Birdy couldn't have summed her up better. She had
a beautiful singsong voice that I loved to listen to. On our long family
vacations she taught me to sing classics like "Going to the Chapel" and "You Are
My Sunshine." She was my arts and crafts guru, who would sit patiently with me
for hours as I tried to knit. I remember one time showing her the scarf I was
working on and she saw a mistake about 30 rows back and quickly unwound all my
hard work to that spot. I sat there thinking, "that was 3 hours of work! I can
live with the blip!" But in 30 seconds flat she had it back to where I left off.
Blip free.
Grandma and Grandpa
on their honeymoon
Most of all, my grandmother taught me the importance of
family. She married my grandpa when she was 21 and passed away a day after their
61 anniversary. She had two twin boys, Ron and Don, and then my dad, followed by
Aunt Terri. We were her world, and she made sure we knew it. Every big day in
our lives she found a way to be there. When I was younger, we were talking on
the phone and she told me they wouldn't be back in Portland yet for my birthday
because of their trip. I told her I was sad she wouldn't make it. That was all
it took, and she was there that March 16 singing Happy Birthday. And it wasn't
just those typical big events she made it to. My grandma and grandpa were at
every soccer, lacrosse, racquetball tournament, and dragon boat race I stepped
foot in. You could not find a set of more diehard fans than my loyal
grandparents. Rain or shine, and even hail or snow, they were there cheering me
on. And at the end of every game, I was always the rockstar, or so she said.
Grandma and Grandpa
at my graduation from BYU April 2012
I am grateful for the
influence that she had in my life. I miss the hugs and kisses that were always
aplenty, the hands that dried my tears and would bang on those pots and pans in
my one-year-old band, and the constant support she offered me in every decision
I made. I love you, Grandma.
So sorry to hear of your loss. My thoughts are with you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a very sad, yet uplifting, post. I never knew my grandparents so I'm rather envious of those who had such wonderful relationships with theirs. I send my genuine sympathy. Cro x
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