I lost my best friend, the person I relied on so many times as a child, then through my teens, and finally as a grown woman; this special woman was my grandmother who lived 87 rich years.
She never replaced my wonderful mother, but has been like a second mother to me and a special friend that I could go to when times were tough and when times were great.
Growing up she was always deeply involved in my life which has made my life rich with many fond memories, its hard to pick out just a few to talk about. My earliest memories of my grams go back to when I was 4 with the joy she brought to our Christmas's. Her happiness and joyous spirit spread throughout the family giving everyone love and Christmas spirit. She so enjoyed preparing special dinners for family and friends with her best china, silver and glassware always lighting her special candles on the the dinner table just before we said Grace. She taught me the joy of entertaining, how to set a place setting and what an honor it is to use passed down dishes and silver from her mother and grandmother.
I remember the times our family went up North to her cabin in the pines where I learned to fish, camp and build forts with my brothers. My favorite memories from the cabin visits were the early mornings when I was woken from the smell of bacon wafting through her house signalling us it was time to get up and come eat her buckwheat pancakes and fresh cut cantaloupe.
As I got older and entered my teens, she was always there for me from the celebrations to times when I had tears from breakups with boyfriends or teenage troubles. We would talk on the phone or I would wait for her and my grandpa to come over for dinner and play a game of cards. She always hugged and kissed me and made me feel loved.
As I became an adult and got married, she was there by my side telling me how proud she was of me, she was there by my side with each child that was born and to help me with her new great grandchild. She was there for me with every miscarriage I had, nurturing my soul and my hurting heart with her words of wisdom and passages from the Bible reminding me to trust in Him. She fought away any sorrow that I may have had by making me my favorite thing in this world, her lemon meringue pie. She claimed her pie would take away any sadness because the love and joy she put into it was enough to bring a smile to anyone who took a bite.
Now, I sit here thinking, I will never get to see her again, or listen to her tell me how beautiful I am, or how much she loves me, but I know in my heart how much we loved each other and that one day she will be waiting for me to hold my hand again.
My Grams, Marian.
My Grams with one of her 28 great grandchildren.
Here she is with a huge handful of great grandchildren! She loved her family so much.