My Grandma Mary went to heaven today. I know she’s in a better place. I know I’m lucky to have had my her well into my 30s. I’m still selfishly and deeply sad she won’t physically be here with us any longer.
I want to always remember when I was young how I was fascinated by the way she perfectly buttered my toast.
I want to always remember when I was a little bit older how she always took us swimming in the summer time.
I want to always remember in high school when she visited how we would stay up late into the night playing games of spades. I KNOW I’ll never forget the time I called her out when I saw her cheating. When nobody was looking she gave me the bird and then sweetly denied it.
I want to always remember when I’d come home from college and we would talk about relationships and religion and the past and the future and everything and nothing.
I want to always remember that she not only knew my kids but she actually got them, who they are.
I will always remember Grandma Mary.