Grandma

Dear World,

Grandma was not a four-wall kind of woman. At least not in the days when I remember her vibrant and full of life. Before the cancer set in. As long as I can remember, she always had a big, heavy purse, silver-rimmed glasses, and white fluff on top of her head. She was blues and reds and blacks. She was a pair of soapy hands in the kitchen sink and dirt-under-the-finger-nails from pulling weeds in the garden. She was cucumbers and beets. Homemade salsa and gooey cinnamon rolls. She would rather be sifting through treasures at garage sales and walking the high school track. She would rather be playing bridge at a neighbor’s house or working at the local thrift store. She would rather be crying with laughter until she couldn’t “catch her breathe” instead of stuck inside listening to The Weather Channel. Although, stuck inside with the Denver Nuggets rallying on the old box television and playing cards fanned out in her hand, that she could do. Papa’s soulmate and the life of every family event, there’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.

Bottom line: Spend all the time you can with the ones you love. Time is never guaranteed.

Sincerely,
Britt