Birth date: Apr 9, 1925 Death date: Sep 30, 2020
Christine Juanita (Langston) Cooper, age 95 of Lowell passed away Wednesday, September 30th, 2020 in Fayetteville. She was born April 9th, 1925 in Elm Springs Arkansas, the daughter of James Robert Langston and Emma Belle Ennes. S Read Obituary
My grandparents are very special people to me. It’s been hard to say anything with my grandmothers passing. Not because she wasn’t as important, but because loosing her is like loosing another mother. Grandma was there pretty much everyday growing up. She watched me before I was in preschool, then through summer breaks after I started school. As I got older I would spend a couple weeks throughout my summer with her and grandpa just because I missed being with them! I knew how precious my time was with them. Their home was always my home, and they made sure I knew it! When I was younger our days would start with me watching cartoons in their bedroom cuddled up next to grandma. Once she got up for the day I would stay in their room and either continue to sleep or watch cartoons while grandpa made his oatmeal (always enough for me too) and grandma made breakfast. When It was time to eat, it was usually just grandma and myself because grandpa had already had his breakfast and he was out working in the garden. When I would finish I would get to help grandpa as long I didn’t get dirty. Which really meant I got to watch grandpa and play in the yard until grandma was ready to go to town. By that time we would go to the Senior Center and grandma would have her swimming class which gave me time to play in the water! All of her friends would tell her I was like a fish and she would like to tell people, “all you’d see was her feet” the majority of the time. Afterwards, we almost always went to Wendy’s. Grandma and I would get nuggets and salad and grandpa, per usual, would get Chili. Then, of course, we would all get a frosty. If needed we would head to Walmart afterwards. When that happened I always got to stop in the arts and crafts isle and pick out what ever I wanted as long as I didn’t go to crazy. Once back home we ended the day in the garden or outside on the back porch. Grandpa usually cut us a slice of watermelon, and we would just sit and enjoy each other’s company. Grandpa and I would go a little crazy and see who could spit our seeds the furthest. Grandpa taught me some of his tricks, like how to position the seed and your lips when spitting, and how to make the pop in your cheek with your finger. The spitting he would still beat me on, the pop I got. But he also showed me how to work hard for what you want, and if you want it bad enough you’ll work hard for it! Grandma taught me how to genuinely care. To care about myself and to care about others. Which is why to this day I am in the career path that I am in. She taught me how to stand up for what was right, and for my beliefs. Together and separate, they were my best friends! For the longest of time I didn’t see what time had done to them. My eyes continued to see them as they were. My memories will be forever cherished, and they will always be forever missed! Until we see each other again my sweet grandma! I love you so very much, and I thank you for everything you ever gave me, including the purest of love! Love Your Andie!
