For the past couple of days, I have been trying to think of the words that I wanted to say in my blog, but words fail me. I lost my grandmother last Friday. I was unable to make it to see her before she passed, I hope in my heart that she knew I was with her just the same. After she lost my grandfather 6 months ago, I can only imagine her lonliness and pain. In my heart, I understand her going as soon after him as she did, but my heart still hurts just the same. I was lucky enough to have two grandparents that I was very close to growing up, and they always had the time to spend showing me how to do things, or just going for a walk or talking about daily happenings. Both of them were very talented, painting, sewing, woodworking, knitting, crocheting or gardening. I learned alot about all of those things with them by my side.
My grandmother was a tiny woman, but large in personality and kindness. She used to work with the women in the church they belonged to, making quilt blocks for people who were needy. Her kindness went out to neighbors and friends and also to people she had never met. Always ready with some canned goods, or something hand-crafted, many people were lucky enough to share in her friendship.
My grandparents were the epitome of unconditional love. One of my favorite memories as a child, was running as fast as I could, jumping into my grandpa's arms that were wide open. I used to love helping my grandma in the kitchen making a family meal or some homemade bread.
They will always be in my heart and I hope to some day pass on to my grandchildren the love and special bond that only a child can have with their grandparents.
I love you both.