It is a sad day for us as we lost my Mamaw Griffin this morning. Many of my earliest memories are centered around her kitchen and all the love she put into the food she prepared for us. While I know I will miss her every day, I am so thankful for every fresh tomato we shared, every bowl of popcorn prepared in a cast iron skillet, every fried pie she made by hand. I will treasure the memories of sweet tea, LCHS basketball on the transistor, Braves baseball on the tv, and swinging on the porch swing. Of sleeping in her lap during revivals and finding a piece of Wrigleys gum in the bottom of her purse. But mostly I am thankful for her softness. The way she gently stitched quilts as she talked, finding her face at the top row of the bleachers from the gym floor during games, and how she always provided a safe haven for me during chaotic times. While her blood doesnt actually run through my veins, I feel her spirit in every breath I take. And I know I was truly blessed by her love.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 17:47:05 +0000