When I think of my Grandmother, I think of the big purple irises she grew and cut, that would drip blue dye on the table when they wilted. I think of her old straw hat that she wore when she went out to pull weeds from her bushy flowerbeds. I think of the dark chocolates (with almonds!) she had on the entryway table for all us grandchildren. I think of the times she read us stories, “Mama Don’t Allow” and Gus the friendly ghost and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think of how she loved cookies, and always had some on hand. I think of the way she would call me her little blondie. I think of the pink dress she wore to my cousin’s weddings, and that she would have worn to mine. I think of how much she loved me. I think of how much I look forward to seeing her again in heaven.
Today is Grandparents Day. And today, I am thankful for my wonderful grandmother.
Today would be my Grandmother’s 89th birthday, and so I thought it would be nice to repost this. I love you Grandmother, and I won’t ever forget you.