Sunday, December 29, 2019
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My Gram was so much to me. My memories of her are so many. From a little girl with her and seeing my black patent leather shoes against the bright linoleum in the kitchen at Christmas, to the smell of her home on those Holidays. To the long drive up her driveway thinking my Grandparents lived in the presidents house. I felt Home! The perfect white iron scrolled patio set with the perfect Red geraniums that sat on it! I’ve had one at my home for a while and it reminds me of her. To the smell of ammonia while she cleaned the big picture windows in the den on a ladder. To her in the garden. The gong of the grandfather clock in the living room, her allowing me to use her perfumed Avon hand cream. All memories of comfort and love. Grandpa taught me respect. I sassed Grama once and felt the sting of his big calloused farm hand on my mouth. She was a person that was proper and upright up to the end and deserved respect. . I loved my Grandma, she taught me so much about myself and helped build my Faith. Each time I would see her she would say to me wherever you are in this life find yourself content. She lived those words. For 20 yrs she missed my grandpa and wanted to be with him. She cried out for him and her Heavenly Father at the end and I know she is in their arms and that comforts me. Until we meet again Grama, I hope you knew just the impact and legacy you made in the lives of me and my children. You raised their Grama Jane and she has been missed. Your name and Janes live on in Nora Jane and I hope I am one oz the grandmother you were to my grandchildren, that you were to me! Until we meet again, you are with me! Love- your Oldest Granddaughter Michelle (Missy)
