Fear Killed My Paternal Grandmother on Good Friday, 1951. - Caren Krutsinger's Blog

This blog is for all of the people out there who think it won't happen to me, I'm invincible, I cannot die - the young people who text while driving. What? Who would do that? Do you not realize each car on the road is a potential weapon, and one second looking away can cost you or someone else their life? And it is for the women who get a mammogram every eight years instead of every year, or six months - women like me and my paternal grandmother. In 1951 my paternal grandmother, Marguerite passed away, leaving three boys and a husband, in abject sorrow because her death could have been prevented. She had a lump in her back, and  she was too AFRAID of knowing what it was to see a doctor. She had PREVENTABLE cancer that could not be prevented, because she was afraid of the truth, so she kept it a secret until it was too late, and she had to go to heaven. She had three sons. The youngest was 12, and no one had warned him. They were afraid to tell him that he was losing his mother, so he went crazy when he got  home from school, after not being told for 6 months, and his mother was GONE on Good Friday.  She was buried on  Easter Sunday. A woman with three boys who had always wanted a little girl. My identical twin sister and I were born the next year, so she missed that on earth. A year later our darling girl cousin, Lou, was born. She too is delightful and adorable, and she missed her on earth too. Something is in the air today because first I was going to type a light poem, that ended up being my heaviest poem ever, it made ME cry. And now I'm typing this because my paternal grandmother is here, urging me on. Women, stop keeping secrets, and keep your eyes on the ROAD. We want you SAFE here, you can go there later.  God Bless you all, Happy Good Friday, Fun Saturday, and Easter Sunday. Just a messgae from the heart, because I love you.