Today may be Thanksgiving and I don't want to dampen anyone's spirits. But, it is also 3 years today that my grandmother died. So, I just wanted to take the time to honor her memory. My grandmother was a wonderful person. She married my grandpa Louis Trosclair during World War II. They were married for 60 years. They had 11 wonderful children. 7 sons and 4 daughters. My mom happens to be the 3rd to oldest. My grandma has 26 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. Even with that many grandkids, she always had time for us. She never forgot not one of our birthdays. Always had some gift or a card with money for us. If we went to the store together, she would never want to spend the money on herself. Always insisted on spending it on us. Whether it was a coloring book or treating us to a hamburger. Even my cousins that were over 30 years old and had a family of there own, she still had something for their birthdays and Christmas. My grandma would give you the shirt off her back if she could. She was a very devout Catholic. And went to church nearly everday. She sang in her church choir. She had such a beautiful voice and was a very talented organist. My Maw-Maw Esther loved to visit the nursing homes and she always had something for the patients there. My grandma and I also shared a special bond because we shared a love for animals. We were both huge animal lovers. My grandma loved animals so much and could never be mean to any of them. Always fed the strays. She would not even kill a lizard that entered her home. She would just sweep it outside with the broom.
Another thing my grandma and I had in common was our love for fishing. We owned a fishing camp down Bayou Dularge (below Houma). You had to take a 45 minute boat ride to get to it. My grandma would sit on that wharf all night long and fish. She just loved it. And so do I. I LOVE to fish. One of my favorite things in the world to do. She would pull up the biggest redfish all by herself. We cried for days when Hurricane Andrew took that camp. We now have another camp only a short distance from the old one. But, it will never be the same.
Forgot to share one more thing about my Maw-Maw. She was so pretty! Half Spanish because her father's parents came from Spain. Other half pure cajun french on her mother's side. Dark hair, beautiful blue eyes. My grandma looked like she could be a model or an actress. And everywhere she went, she had to look nice. Nice jewelry. Her hair done, her make-up on, nice clothes. Even if she was just going to the corner store, she had to look nice.
My grandma died of colon cancer on this day after a year battle. It was growing inside of her 5 years before it was discovered. She always had stomach problems, but the doctors just dismissed it as IBS. Sometimes it scares me because it is heritary. I hope they find a cure for cancer soon. Too many people dying too soon. Early diagnosis leads to an early cure. Rest in Peace, Maw-Maw, I know you in a better place. I love you so much. Your granddaughter, Trish
Rest in Peace Maw-Maw Esther Trosclair. 10-30-24-11-24-02
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Rest in Peace Maw-Maw Esther Trosclair. 10-30-24-11-24-02
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