A/N not mine, I own nothing but the plot.
Debbie Reynolds, Mother of Carrie Fisher, passed away one day after her daughter. She played Grandma Mazur in One for the Money. A movie that quickly became one of my youngest son's favorites... Here's to you Grandma Mazur.
Saying Goodbye
As a child I always wanted to be an intergalactic princess, like Princess Leia. She was my idol. Strong and fierce, brave and intelligent. She fought against the dark side and won. She fell in love, and lived life on her terms. She was amazing. Today I am feeling anything but like Princess Leia. Today, I am that small child sad and afraid. Today, we lost Grandma Mazur to a stroke.
I was so excited to watch her on New Years Eve. We always had so much fun that day. We would have the best toast from her. She was my lifeline. She was my rock. Her shenanigans may have shocked the world around us, but she always made me smile. That time she shot the chicken right in the gumpy, I don't think I ever laughed so hard in my life. She never failed to make a bad day good for me.
My Mom seems to be numb to everything around her. I don't think she ever expected to lose her. Despite how crazy Grandma made her, she still loved her. Daddy even seemed lost, I caught him standing in the doorway to her bedroom just looking in. I always knew he had a soft spot for the "crazy old bat".
How do you say goodbye to someone you've loved your entire life? How do you stop the hurt and tears? Does it ever go away? I know she's with Grandpa Harry now, but it doesn't make it any easier for us left behind.
I decide to go home and lean on my other rock. I know he'll help me through the rain falling around me. Ranger has always known what to say and do for me. I'm just glad that she got to see us finally together. She liked the hot body with the great package.
As I pull up, I see Lester and Cal, both in their dress uniforms with a black band around their bicep. I was a little taken a back, as they generally do this when we lose a member of Rangeman. I figured they had more bad news waiting for me. News that I didn't think i could handle right now. I'm too raw as it is. I get out of my car and they snap to attention, slowly walking with me and flanking themselves on each side of me as we rode the elevator up to the fifth floor.
Stepping off the elevator, I found everyone at attention and dressed similarly to Lester and Cal. They guided me towards Ranger, who was standing at the memorial wall. I noticed he was next to an easel that held a large picture covered in black fabric. There was a wreath sitting in front of it. No matter what this picture held, I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep it together.
I came to a stop in front of them and waited. I could barely swallow past the large lump in my throat. I nodded at Ranger and he removed the fabric. There was a framed, poster sized, picture of my Grandma Mazur. There was an inscription that I couldn't read through the tears.
Ranger read it to me instead. "In honor of Edna Mazur. The best Rangeman trainer. She kept us on our toes and aware of our surroundings. She will be remembered in our hearts for generations to come."
I could finally see the picture clearly. She was in her hot pink track suit and her hair matched. I had a small giggle through the tears. I'm sure, that wherever she is, she's getting a kick out of being an honorary Rangeman, even without a gun.
"Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not." -Yoda