With it being Christmas time, it just has me thinking a lot about all of my grandparents, but this post is just about this lovely lady, right here. This is my Grandma Markosek (a.k.a. Grandma Shack). I have her Nativity set up ontop of my entertainment center. Every time I look up at it, I think about her. I think about how she NEVER missed a birthday, or big event. She lived far away in Monticello, UT, but she'd call every birthday or holiday that she wasn't here. When I was younger, she'd come down here to live for the winter because Monticello is COLD and our winters ROCK! But, as she got older, it got harder and harder for her to travel, so she eventually stopped. I remember most of my childhood Summers, up at her house. We'd go up a week after school got out and come home one or two weeks before school started up again. I even remember being up there for Christmas one year. I was three or four. I don't remember a whole lot, other than playing in the snow in her yard and slipping on ice. Over and over again..After she died (about 15 years ago), of course it was devistating. We knew it could come.She had cancer, but none of us knew it was as bad as it was. So, we knew it could come, but at the same time, we thought we'd had more time. We didn't know she was that sick. We were going to go up to UT and spend one last Summer with her, but instead, we went up to clean out her house. To get it ready to sell, or for whomever might decide to move in (family). It was so sad to be at her house without her being there. All of her stuff where she'd left it. Her DNR hanging on the fridge. So, so sad. She was such an amazing Grandma! I miss her so much. She was so loving and compassionate. I remember the day they opened the Temple in Monticello. If you've ever seen it, it looks like a semi-big house. She was so excited she got called to be a Temple worker. She was the cutest lady! After she died, for years I'd have dreams. It'd always be my birthday, or Christmas. She'd call and I'd start sobbing. I could hear her voice so clear. I'd always say the same thing, "Grandma, how are you calling me?" and she'd always say the same thing. "I just wanted to take time out of my busy day and wish you a happy birthday. I love you and miss you, but I have to go now." And I'd just cry and cry and i'd wake up from a deep sleep sobbing, wondering if it was really just a dream. I miss her voice. I can still hear it in my head, even though she's been gone for so long. I can hear her whistle and sing, which she'd do when she'd cook or clean (she was the most amazing cook!). I always loved waking up to the sound of her whistling (and the smell of bacon!). Although, one Summer, we were up there. She made the same thing for breakfast every morning. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Lara and I got sick of eating the same thing, so one Sunday morning, while she was at church, we walked over to the store and bought cold cereal. We felt so bad because we completely offended her. She was so heart broken and didn't understand why we didn't just tell her that we wanted her to make us something else. She went the rest of the Summer without making us any breakfast. We felt terriible, and I still do.
Funny story, though. Grandma's house was haunted. I know a lot of people don't believe in that sort of stuff, but I do. Weird stuff happened all the time. You'd hear people walking around the house when you were home alone, you'd see stuff out of the corner of your eye. Just "normal" stuff. I don't know if it was him, but Grandpa Markosek had died in the house, like 20 something years before. He'd dropped dead of a heart attack in the master bedroom. Grandma never slept in there again after he died. She spent years sleeping on the living room couch. I'd known that Grandpa had died in the bedroom for as long as I can remember. For some reason, Nadja didn't know that. When she was up there for her funeral dad said "hey, how 'bout you sleep in grandma's room, and I'll sleep in the den." Lol. She'd wake up to hearing "somebody" walking around the room. She'd see shadows. She'd get really freaked out! She'd decided to tell dad about what was going on and he was like "Why do you think I offered that room to you? Grandpa died in there..." She called me at home and I laughed and laughed! I couldn't believe she didn't know this! So funny! Anyhoo. I sure miss Grandma Shack. She was seriously such an example to me! I can't wait to get to see her again (someday in the far future...).


















