It was Friday evening on September 23, 2011. I had just come home from work and was changing into my comfortable clothes to relax when she called. I recognized her sweet sounding voice right away. It was Ashlee, my oldest grandchild. She had a mission to accomplish and that mission was to make me get out of the house and start enjoying life again. I told her I was watching television and was sitting comfortably on my couch and she said, "Grandma, please get ready." I asked her why. She said it was Homecoming game for Fresno High and that she was taking me to watch it. Bianca, my other granddaughter is a cheerleader for Fresno High. I said o.k. and so in about half hour she picked me up. I managed to not stress watching her zig zag around corners and passing cars on the freeway. This is Ashlee's first year driving and I tend to be a dashboard driver when I am in her car but tonight I had made up my mind not to say a word. All went well but I kept thinking about Jeannette and remembering when she was a teenager. Ashlee reminds me so much of her. Jeannette always worried about me even to the very end of her life. I loved her so much and I miss her more each day but like Ashlee says, "I have to start enjoying life again." It's been two years since she has been gone but the hurt and pain and disgust of that awful cancer still fills my thoughts when I am alone. I will never forget her young voice calling out to me to help her. My life is busy with my grandchildren and my Diana and Daniel and also my dad and relatives and friends but I still stop and think of my Jeannette. My pretty pretty Jeannette. I think of the times she asked me if she could go to the football games when she was in high school. I sat in the stands and wondered to myself that at one point in time she also sat in the stands cheering on the Roosevelt Rough Riders.
I arrived home from the game at 10:00 p.m. Had to hurry up and go to sleep, my dad was coming to visit me in the morning. I have to keep busy and enjoy life again. I know that is what Jeannette would want for me. I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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