Granny

To say that this week “has been a week” would be the understatement of the year. My sweet grandmother, my Granny, passed away last Friday.

Her senior picture. 1949. Crazy to even think that this beautiful lady is gone. And what a hole it has left. A “Granny” size hole is left on my heart and there is nothing that will ever fill it. I know my Paw was waiting for her at those beautiful gates with his arms out wide.

I have always loved this picture. So much. Spring of 1987. I always thought that this picture was from a later date. I have always had a copy with me until I moved out of my parents house. My Gran gave all of us another copy of few years back. I treasured it so much. She learned how to get her pictures that she had copied at Rite Aid which was such a blessing.

My sister and I went through some of her photo albums. What an amazing trip down memory lane that was. There was a really old photo album that held a lot of the pictures when they were dating and first married. She took pictures of everything. One of my greatest memories of her. She ALWAYS had a camera in her hand. I think there was one at her house that still needed to be developed. The only issue with her taking all of these pictures, was that there weren’t many of her. So when my sister and I were going through the albums to create a collage for her viewing and funeral, it was hard. Not only emotionally but literally difficult to gather enough photos of her to put together. Over 86 years, we found about 40 photos. I know she would have hated to see herself in some of those photos. Even my father gave me crap about one photo.

My parent’s wedding day. My father hates this photo. Oh, but I love it. LOVE IT!

I miss her so dang much. She was an amazing person. She’s my Granny. She was everyone’s Granny. Everyone was always welcome. She didn’t know a stranger. And she made some of the craziest concoctions of food. Her peanut butter and sugar sandwiches, peanut butter and waffles, even peanut butter and marshmallow fluff. She was always putting peanut butter on something. Just like my father does now. My favorite was her pickles. Granny’s pickles. I have some in the fridge now that I don’t know if I will ever be able to eat the same way again. She came up with the craziest games to keep my sister and I busy. Hide and seek with the kitchen utensils. I don’t think we ever found the baster. She hated a snake. You knew there was one around because she would pick up bricks from the flower bed and try to aim for its head. Don’t think she ever killed one but bricks were everywhere. She loved that crazy man I called my PawPaw. Almost 15 years he’s been waiting for her to come home. Waiting on a woman. Most of all, she loved the Lord. I know she rejoicing in heaven now.