LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
No matter what crisis I had, she was always there to listen, advise, and help. She helped a lot of people in her lifetime, whether it was loaning them money, keeping their kids, giving them food and clothes, giving to a church, or giving to the veterans’ organizations. Both of her husbands were in the military and she appreciated the veterans.
She raised Kathy, Reanna, Josh and Holly, and David since he was around 19, then Emily and Harlan, Desiree and Jonathan. She was a mother and mother figure to many, even those who were no blood relation to her. She was a firm believer that ‘blood’ didn’t dictate love and she proved that over and over even though some people didn’t always understand why.
She was Granny to Emily and Harlan, Desiree, Jonathan, Mikayla, Hunter, and to Crystal, but she was known as Granny to far more than just her own family. She didn’t care a bit. In fact, she liked the name.
To some of us, she was just always Aunt Maggie, even during the hard times when we weren’t always on good terms. But the one thing that mattered is that despite our differences, we knew she still loved us. I’ve heard her say a thousand times that she loved people, but she may not always like them at times! But even when she maybe didn’t like us, she was one of the first to let us know she was there if we needed her.
She didn’t give up when things got bad. She just got back up on her feet and kept on going because she knew that’s what she had to do. I’ve often used her as an example to other people who were overcome with grief. I’d tell them that my Aunt Maggie had lost two husbands, two babies and a grandchild and she never sat back and wallowed in sorrow. She did what she had to do for the other people she had left. Maybe those losses made her want to protect the ones she had and how she always went to their defense. Maybe she was trying to hold on to the living because she’d dealt so much with death throughout her life.