she adored her grandchildren, pink, lemon, pianos, roses, parties, friendships, gardening, ginger snaps, clever jokes, late night card games, her hometown, ice cream, penny slots, church, finding the most perfect birthday gift, and anything her people loved.
I loved her huge heart with just the right dash of stubborn resolve, her handwriting in my mailbox (along with stickers, you're never too old for stickers), the goody box she would gift us at every birthday collected for all year and always the gift you opened last, her favor for the word dickens, her angel food cake, ice cream from her freezer that tasted magically better, and her hospitality, her willing participation in practical jokes, the way she would sing I love you a bushel and a peck, her small red rocking chair, the new crayons and coloring books she would get just for our visit, catching fireflies, and her ability to save us from a giant bug in the middle of a summer's night and laugh about it for years to come, the words she spoke over me about the mother I am and my family the most cherished of all.
she was the gem, the grandma that filled every sense of the word, she was what I needed in my life. shortly after I was born my father's mother passed, and she fully filled in that space and honored it in every way. I am so grateful I had her so long.
I knew she couldn't live forever but it almost seemed like she just might. 💕
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