My Grandma

Until last week I was blessed to still have two grandmothers, both 92 years-old. My Grandma B collapsed and died at home on the farm where she spent so many years. My grandparents worked hard and raised 5 children there, who all went on to have many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I will always treasure the memories of playing and working in the barn, sledding on the hill, helping in the garden, learning embroidery and eating grandma's wonderful meals. When you visited you knew she would have food on the stove and goodies in the cookie jar, ready to whip up a homemade dinner in minutes. Some of my first memories are of family gatherings in that kitchen.

Last week we gathered at the funeral home instead of the farm. We honored her memory and laid her to rest next to my grandfather. I cried for our loss but I also laughed with my brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles as we shared silly stories. It was wonderful to spend that time together and we've made promises to do it more often. I'm sure it won't happen enough but I hope we'll try.

I am so grateful for all she gave me and I will miss her. Good-bye Grandma, I love you.