My cousin Christina and Aunt Helen came over here about this time last year to have me make the single most devastating phone call yet, in my lifetime. My Person, my Grams, became an angel a year ago, suddenly and tragically. Many days Im joyous and I celebrate her life with fond memory. I feel blessed to know I will join her and all my other Angels up in Heaven again, and theyll be perfect. But tonight, a movie reel of memories flashed through my mind: weird things--how she always took cheese trays everywhere for a treat, and served pickles and canned fruit with every meal. Grandmas house had a smell, like her and Gramps. She had dark spots on her hands and arms, and wore her glasses around her neck. She was feisty...I dont think I ever in my life heard her say a bad word or rarely raise her voice, unless she was calling to you down in the basement. Grandma baked, and Gramps cooked. When she got older, her helper would have to roll out the dough to the secret recipe, and it would still take all day. This year was the first that any holidays passed without tins of her cookies. She believed in true love and called a soulmate your Waterloo...I, to this day, dont know why. Her fingers glided like magic on the organ. She was fussy. So fussy. And always late, even when she was early. She loved to hate it when we rung the doorbell constantly until she answered it. She gave the warmest hugs. She called me Tootsie Bum, Carrie Me, Petunia, and Peachy. She was THE HEART of our family even if they all got insane by her. Nothing will ever be the same. Gramma Grams, youre missed and loved so much. I used to listen to this song every day. youtu.be/YNoLJy68ZcE
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 02:20:25 +0000
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