Grandma

My Grandmother was a great lady. She passed away years ago but there are so many times I feel her so close. I remember her smell, the way (if I was wearing my glasses) our glasses would clink when we hugged bye. I remember every Sunday after church she would have a full homecooked meal on her table waiting on us. How we started playing uno cards after the dishes where done. I remember how her home looked (for it's changed now that other family lives there). I remember how the sheets smelled when I would spend the night. How it felt the first time I drove her car or the first time she came to my own apartment. I remember family reunions at her house. I remember the tire swing she fixed for me. I remember being scared of the cows when we went fishing at the creek and I had to walk to the truck for something. (the truch was parked in a cow pasture.) I remember picking berries. I remember feeling loved and safe when I visited her home. I remember out of everyone she accepted me for me and my children. She always said, no matter what I did or said, that I could do anything. I remember the red suit she had on at her funeral. I remember how she didn't look dead, but asleep. I remember how much it hurts to know I can't pick up the phone and call her. The pain is still there. I love you Grandma, always.