spend more time with my grandma

...she was very happy :D
we talked for a long while. she is getting hard of hearing, but we managed. she told me of how she had a friend over the night before and she cooked fish for them, of how her cancer treatment is going and her visits with all the other doctors… she says she has many ‘dates’ with young men (doctors ; )

Took Grandma with us to a scouts pinewood derby race….she found it quite entertaining and was humored by the squirrely little boys running around…

I love my grandma so much, just thinking about it makes me cry. :)

I’m getting my license soon, so I’d love to be able to drive to see her more often than my busy family currently allows.

She was the same squishy grandma : D
She had lovely hair… but her daughter (my aunti) said that she looked as though she’d been sleeping on her face… which I thought was a terrible insult and totally gauche.
She doled out my allotted number of Christmas Cookies and presented them to me in a sandwich baggie that had my name written on it.
And presented me with a Christmas Card that had the expected taped in cheque totaling – SHOCK – more than my age in funds… (perhaps she is upping the anti because of hitting 90).
All in all. She is wonderful. She reminds me of kindness and self sacrifice. She reminds me of frugality driven beyond the max. She reminds me that I am prayed for daily. ((((((sigh))))))

My granny has be pining for me, I just know it. Apparently, she has been talking all the rest of my relatives’ ears off saying that she wants to see me again when I come to town. So she is taking the bus up early just to visit with me for 1/2 a day ; ) I’m glad I’m sticking around this hell-hole long enough to see her. I have a sad feeling that her 90 year old body won’t take well to the chemotherapy this spring… why they would put her body through that… I have no idea.

Called her again. I just love to here her voice. It’s changed over the years and has become very deep. She’s near 90. I always remember her voice being like butter. I always remember her humming as she worked in the kitchen and always dearly loved the sound of her voice.

I called Gramma yesterday and talked over an hour. I love being connected with her. I got the Ohio scoop too. Gave her the MI scoop. I love how family news travels.

I miss my gramma. I’ll put it on my list today to call her and see what’s going on in her hood. I’ll tell her I think about her every day and I imagine myself having coffee with her in the morning. I want to tell her that I always wanted to grow up to be just like her. I don’t know if I am or not. She still has a way of making everything beautiful and everything special.

Mailed her 3 cards from Europe.
I know people always want to “see you”, to “hear your voice”, but the tactile act of writing comes so much easier to me… and it brings me JOY. I hope those cards make her smile anyways.

Mailed Gramma a note card. Know she’ll be tickled. Need to call soon.