I miss you, Grandma

I'm sure missing this sweeet lady today. There hasn't been a day that goes by that I don't think of her and her contagious laugh and spunky personality.  

She was a genuine friend who would always listen and tell you the truth even if it wasn't what you wanted to hear. She was a giver of sound advice, home made raisen cookies, and peppermint tea. Her laugh seemed to right all wrongs and fix scraped knees or sad hearts.

My dear Grandma was stalwart in her beliefs and was the epitome of faith.  I remember a story my dad tells of when her washing machine was broken. She didn't have the money to have someone repair it or to buy a new one, so she got the needed part and prayed. She tore the thing apart and fixed it on her own giving all the glory to God.  

Her family was second only to her faith and it was rare not to see her at a baby blessing or graduation.  She would talk your ear off about her grandkids and kept every letter, drawing, or craft they made her. I remember her gushing for days about a felt pillow I had stuffed with toilet paper and closed with stick glue. It graced her couch for years. 

I selfishly wish she were still here: being Santa's biggest advocate and helper, giving the best healing hugs, and making the world around her a brighter place just because she's there.

I wish could call her for advice about this whole mom thing. I wish Jude could experience Christmas morning with her or feel the comfort of her hug and smile. 

But she has better and more important work to do on the other side.  She's probably chatting us up and sending hugs from a distance. We're going to have one heck of a reunion one day.