Justin McCahren- July 14
Heaven opened its gates Sunday morning to welcome an angel home. Arlene McCahren, affectionately known as “Grandma Gorgeous,” departed to spread her wings just before sunrise.
With her family by her side, the matriarch showed us one last time what it means to fight. She was battling for months to overcome numerous health issues. After surviving breast cancer, she faced seizures and strokes with determination and a one-of-a-kind resiliency.
With grace and beauty to her last breath, Grandma Gorgeous refused to leave this earth until all of God’s work was complete.
The inspirational, angelic and caring soul raised and nurtured a tough blue collar Pennsylvanian family. She taught us all the meaning of hard work and dedication. She taught us how to love. She taught that nothing is as important as family.
Until her last breath, she demonstrated how to face adversity.
She raised seven spirited children, endured two husbands, overcame single parenthood and worked her fingers to the bone. No matter what kind of hand life dealt, she was ready to handle it. She was relentless, she was tireless.
No matter the obstacle, she faced it with faith and a smile. Her smile lit up any room, her glow was remarkable. She was soft spoken but wise, funny and tough.
Her faith was strong, her will was unquestionable.
She was hit by a bus. Yes, an actual bus. She didn’t let that transit bus stop her from outliving both of her husbands. In fact, she lived more than 30 years longer than the bus that hit her.
She dusted herself off and resumed her matriarch duties.
She once told me after the bus accident. ” Life is tough. Life will knock you down. But, you can’t worry about the struggle. You have to concentrate on the fight- you have to give life a taste of it’s own medicine.”
Those words always inspired me and I’ve carried them close to me through adversity in my life. At my lowest, those words were all that stood between me and self destruction.
She didn’t just “talk it” though, she demonstrated it time and time again through her actions.
As my young mother went through nursing school, she had a crucial hand in raising me. My father wasn’t around, my mother was working and going to school. Instead of letting me get lost in the shuffle, she opened her arms even wider.
I was blessed to live under her roof for a lot of my childhood. Even though she had as many as four of her own children still at home, a full time job and countless chores- she always found the time to make me feel like I was her only concern.
She had that way about her. She instantly made you feel loved. She always listened to you, she always gave the best advice she could, and she always had an extra dinner setting for anyone that needed to pull up a chair.
She loved to cook. Her Sunday dinners were legendary. Her confectionary skills were unrivaled. Her cinnamon buns made Cinnabon tremble in fear. Her homemade pies made your Grandma’s pies taste substandard.
The time that I spent with her as a kid shaped me forever.
The impact of her passing is just starting to sink in. I’m hurting, my family is hurting, but like her, we’ll be resilient.
I’ll be adding more stories about my Grandma Gorgeous all week. Feel free to check back on this link. If you have a story, picture or thoughts about Arlene Mccahren, comment below.
Thank You For Your Prayers.
Rest In Peace Grandma Gorgeous.