Never a complaint or a criticism fell from her lips. Not a hair out of place, perfectly pressed
clothes, and wearing her apron and slippers.
Wearing a glowing smile. The kind
that made you all warm inside. Busy,
from sunup to sundown. Whistling in the kitchen
while making breakfast. Singing a church
hymn while sewing or doing laundry.
This is how I’ll remember my Grandmother, who passed away
this morning as a result of the dreadful disease Alzheimer's. She was one of a kind.
So sorry to hear about your Grandmother. Mine was much the same way but I called her Grandma Miller. She basically raised me. I remember so much of what she did when I was a small child (quilting was one) but never got the chance (because I wasn't all that interested at the time) to actually learn from her. I am having to ask the few remaining aunts & older cousins who have been most helpful.
ReplyDeleteCelebrate her life!