I'm currently making very last minute plans for my sister and I to head 'back east' for a couple of days. We lost our spunky,
stubborn, no-nonsense, one of a kind, very special (90 year old) “Grammy” today.
I will forever cherish fond memories of card games, vanilla ice cream (w/gobs
of peanut butter mixed into it!), homemade relish, the creaking of her
recliner, green olives, crossword puzzles, trips to the “jug milk store”, front
yard porch swings, May’s hamburgers and the smell of trash burning (and BenGay
ointment – but not together!) when I think of her. I’m sad to have lived so far away from her
for so many years, but thankful for the time I did have with her