So, I am sitting here, on my bed. I just finished ironing all our clothes for the visitation (which we should already be at) and the only thing I want to do is write.
I think it’s therapeutic for me. So, like it or not, here I am.
I was doing pretty well, handling my emotions and what not (I do NOT like to cry in public) until I started thinking about the first few times I met Grandma Mary. She treated me like family from the get go, and Mr. OK and I weren’t even dating!
She and Auntie A came over while I was on bed rest with Bubba and cleaned my house for me!
She never criticized me, but was always quick to point out when I had improved in my housekeeping skills. :)
When she discovered that I loved her grapefruit Jell-O, she would make me my very own bowl, that I didn’t have to share with anyone. Today, Mr. OverKill found the bowl she always made my Jell-O in and gave it to me.
She was at every birthday party for everyone of her great-grandchildren and always insisted on helping.
I will greatly miss her, not for the things she did for us, but for the unconditional love she showed us each and every day.