I miss my grandma. To most of you who I would tell that I miss my grandma because she died would find it sad, feel sorry for me and find it normal. But though she did die she died before I was born. Not unnormal. but the part that is a little off kilter is that I miss her more than anyone, period. I missed her a ton when I was student teaching, I wished I could call her up and talk about students, papers, assignments, life. Now I am planning a wedding and I miss her even more. Just the thought of getting married and her not being there brings me to tears. I don't know why. I feel like I know her, like she would have been my best friend, taught me everything I would have needed to know, cooking, sewing, quilting, all my hobbies. I would have been over at Grandma's house when ever I could. but alas, life was not so. And oh how I miss her, my heart aches.
Mommy, I know her, she's my friend she plays with me. Granma I miss you
But now I miss her again, and more, Sunday night before midnight, Grandma's brother in law passed into the Lords hands. Uncle Paul, Tell her Hi for me.