I read a quote yesterday that has really stuck with me.
Today is the birthday of one of the most important people in my life. It has been just over four years since she left the physical world, but she had really left us quite a while before that. I am so lucky that I got to have so much time with her, but it really never would have been enough.
I have so many memories that my Mormor was a part of. So many vacations, birthdays, summers at the pool, just regular days, she was there. I remember when I was a kid finding out that one of my friends didn’t see their grandma every weekend. That’s what Sundays were for, what was she talking about? It took me a long time to figure out how lucky I was and to really appreciate what I had. I remember so many little things about her that just make me smile.
She gave the best hugs.
She always had tic tacs.
Whenever I said goodbye to her, she would stand up one or two steps so that we would be the same height.
She bought us chocolate covered raisins at the candy store in Yorktown before we went to the movies.
She was always baking. Bread or cinnamon rolls or cookies or brunsviger, there was always something to snack on before dinner.
She wanted everyone to love her food. If you didn’t have at least seconds, you obviously didn’t like it. And she always made enough to feed an army. If there weren’t leftovers, she would say that she didn’t make enough.
She had a great whistle.
I could probably go on for days.
I may be a little partial, but she really was the best grandma. And she made the first twenty years of my life that much better.
What are some things that you love or loved about your grandparents?
I can’t wait to hear them.