I remember

How do you pick a favorite memory? When I think of Grandma, so many things come to mind. I think of her character, her strength, her sweetness. I didn't get to spend enough time with her to have a favorite memory. Most of my memories aren't my own, they've been shared with me by someone else. I do remember being in the kitchen with her frying fish and even as a child I was amazed how she could cook without making a mess. I remember their house being spotless yet completely welcoming. I remember climbing into bed and the sheets and blankets smelling heavenly. When I think of Grandma, I think of the ways her eyes always blinked and the gentleness of her voice. I remember her doing the dishes, constantly. No wonder her hands were always so soft. What I will never forget about her though, is her strength. The tenacity to keep Grandpa in line, the house in order,the chores done, to keep on going no matter what came along. She raised 2 girls, 1 of them being my mother. From what I hear she was enough to push any mom over the edge. But she did a beautiful job. I know they've followed in her footsteps to be gracious, loving, strong women. After Grandpa passed away, she kept on going. I was amazed. I thought she would be lost without him. But she held fast for so many years. She will be deeply missed. But I take comfort in knowing that she is free and is together again with so many that have gone before her. I am thankful that God finally took her home so she can go fishing with Grandpa once again.