In my oral English classes when we were talking about our family trees, one of the discussion questions was to talk about a person in your family who you admire. When I was presenting my family tree to the class, I talked about Grandma. I really did admire her a lot– I admired how she was always reading, how she took care of herself well and always wore nice clothes and makeup, how she managed to raise eight amazing kids, and be a thoughtful and loving grandmother to so many grandchildren. She was strong-willed, smart, independent, and faithful. She always managed to make me feel special, whether it was telling me how proud she was of me, or telling me I was beautiful.
I’ll remember helping her carry out trays of iced tea and corn on the cob to the patio at Applebutter Hill. I’ll remember sneaking candy from the the porcelain candy box on her coffee table. I’ll remember holding her hand in church while singing the Our Father (and how she would introduce me to half of the congregation after mass). I’ll remember her in her bathrobe and slippers, a cup of coffee in hand. I’ll remember how she couldn’t find the receipt for a pair of pants she wanted to return at Kohl’s, and finally found it days later, stuffed inside the leg of the pants. I’ll remember how her shelves were crowded (tastefully, of course) with picture frames that she rotated occasionally to make sure that she gave every grandchild the attention they deserved.
I’ll miss her, but I’m happy knowing that I was able to spend 22 great years knowing her. I’m sure she’s happy to be with Grandpa again.
I wish I could be with everyone in Pennsylvania right now, but I’ll have to say goodbye in my own special way. I know she used to read this blog, so Grandma, this one’s for you! Love, Kimberly