Annie Mae Tynch


Hello. You left us in 2000 and I wasn’t able to be there in your last hours. There was so much left unsaid between us. There were things I had wanted to tell you, that I couldn’t. I know that when you last saw me, I was an 18 year old mess. I was young, I drank alot, did my share of things I shouldn’t have been doing, I stayed in constant trouble. . .and most of all, I never took the time as I got older to say hello to you. You always sat in the den, watching the flowers through the window and when I was that hot-headed teen, I didn’t stop in to say “I love you” or “How are you, Grandma?” or “What’s new?”. I never took the time out of my busy schedule to make time for you.

When we are teens, I suppose the world revolves around us and we don’t think about our family much. It’s all about boyfriends, dating, school, etc. I moved to Texas in December of 1999 and I remember the last thing you said to me “I’m going to come visit you when I get some money”. I remember that. . .you had told me that over the phone. March 2000 rolled around and I got the phone call at one in the morning. . .that you had passed to the West. I hit Al, when I’d heard it. I punched him. . .hard. I felt so guilty. While you were passing on to the West, I was out partying with my friends. I should have been there, with you, holding your hand while you passed on. Forgive me, Grandma. . .forgive me for not being there, for not taking time enough to tell you I love you.

I got married October 17, 2003 and I’m sure you were there, Grandma. I’m sure you really would have liked Rich. He’s so level headed, smart and takes such good care of me. He’s truly a great man, a man worthy enough to be in our family. I hope you will pop in on us from time to time like you told me that night in San Antonio, when you came through to me through Brianna.

I love you so very much, always did. I just didn’t realize how precious life can be. . .not until you left us. I’ll never forget staying weekends with you as a child, watching you cook griddle cakes on the stove, or helping you collect Henny Penny’s eggs in the chicken coup. I remember your sly comments at the dinner table playfully teasing my Mom or Uncle Brian. I’ll never forget you Grandma. You were the light shining in our family and that light still beams brightly.

I love you with all that I am. . .You are a beautiful star in the heavens now and may you always burn brightly over us. I pray that your journey to the West was a wonderful one and that you are happy and safe. I love you. You are forever in my heart and in those who loved you as well.

Your great granddaughter:
SekhmetMeset (“Crystal Mae”)