LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
This week’s column an excerpt from my aunt, Maggie Hedrick’ eulogy. She passed away last Wednesday.
Whether she was known as Sis, Mom, Granny, Aunt Maggie, or just plain ole Maggie, each of us here have had some sort of relationship with Maggie Johnson Hedrick.
If I had to describe my Aunt Maggie in one word, that would have to be “strong.”
She endured a lot of trials in her life, more than most of us could ever imagine. She fought cancer several different times in her life and it eventually got the best of her. But it was a hard-fought battle and every time she stood strong, even in the final battle.
Aunt Maggie was always taking care of somebody. She took care of her mother and father and her Aunt Lea until their deaths. Even though it was hard for her, she stood strong.
She lost two sons in infancy, and nearly lost her daughter Kathy. She worked full time but still made the trek from London to Lexington, from Chattanooga to Lexington, from London back to Chattanooga, in the midst of a gasoline war and gas rationing, whenever and wherever Kathy had her next surgery. But she always stood strong.
She outlived two husbands, both of whom died unexpectedly, and even when she wavered, still she stood strong.
She buried her grandson, and was terrified when her great-grandson underwent surgery when he was just days old. I’m sure the memories of her two sons and her grandson put fear in her heart. But again, she stood strong.
Aunt Maggie was very sensible and had a good sense of humor and was fortunate enough to keep both even in her last days. We’re all so grateful for that.
She also had a temper, and ours clashed — a lot — over the years. Sometimes I really didn’t want to hear what she had to say, especially when it involved being logical instead of being my way. I told her once it wasn’t what she said that made me mad, it was the fact I knew she was right.