Thursday, April 22, 2010
My Grandma Fuller recently passed away. I can't really write about it because dealing with emotions isn't one of my strengths. I'd rather just wrap the whole thing up in a nice humorous package. I will say that I was asked by Grandma to give the eulogy at her funeral. A Catholic funeral with a full rosary (at one point I leaned over to my Aunt and asked her how many mysteries there were - it turns out there are five). Attending her funeral and being able to participate was a sad, but wonderful event.
A couple of weekends after the funeral, my dad asked if I could go to Grandma's house with him to help clean out her back shed (he also promised to pay for lunch at La Casita's, which if you're ever in Mammoth, Az, you must eat at. Almost as good as Grandma's cooking). My job was to clean out the shed. My mother's job was to go through the stuff and figure out what we were going to keep and what we weren't.
A couple of hours in to the cleaning, my mom shouted, "Mike, I found your inheritance!" And thus, I came in to possession of these magnificent 2001 World Series Champions Arizona Diamondback bobbleheads (i.e., in order, Steve Finley, Matt Williams, Tony Womack, Randy Johnson, Curt Schilling, Luis Gonzales, and Mark Grace). Why Grandma had these in her shed, in a box labeled "Christmas", will remain a mystery, but having these displayed in my office, where I'll be able to glance over and remember both Grandma, as well as the happiest sports moment of my life (and probably one of the top 5 happiest moments of my life at that), just makes me smile.
Thank you Grandma.