Dec 31, 2009
My husband and I just got home from visiting my family over Christmas. It was nice to see everyone, but sadly on Christmas eve, my Granny passed away. She was 93. Her funeral was Monday. I'll miss her, but I'm glad she's not in pain anymore and I'm glad I was able to be there for the funeral. She was the quintessential Granny, always working on a quilt for one grandkid or another, or sewing doll clothes or painting or doing something crafty. I must have gotten my craftiness from her.
When I think about her, I remember the Christmas a few years ago, after she'd had to move in with my parents because she was starting to forget things and was having back problems that caused her a lot of pain. The whole time I was there, she was in and out of her room working at her sewing machine. Just before I left, she gave me a set of three quilt-block pot holders - that's what she had been working on the whole time. Needless to say those pot holders haven't been used for holding pots and they won't be anytime soon. I have several little gifts that she's made for me and I treasure all of them. She had nine kids, I don't know how many grandkids and great-grandkids (but I do know she just missed meeting her great-great-great-granddaughter, who will be born in February and named after her) and she managed to make us all feel special.
Now I've made myself cry... so I'll post again later and say what I originally planned to say when I started writing this.