I was sitting here tonight missing my grandma and this story popped into my head and made me smile thru my tears......Grandma and Grandpa took me for a drive.  We were driving down some back country roads when i was about 13 or 14.  The day was beautiful but windy.  Grandma insisted that i wear this scarf (she said it was a beautiful scarf) being 13, I thought it was hideous...i mean really a scarf over my hair, lol)  but i did it anyway and off we went.  we drove for a while and we saw this beautiful old red barn in the middle of this field.  With a grin on her face she said..."pull over arley, we want to go explore".  My grandpa pulled over and we all climbed out.  My Grandma leading the way she climbed over the fence...me a little more cautious looking all around...i soon followed.  Grandpa propped his boot on the fence rail and watched us go.  We walked all around that old falling down barn and we were having a blast.  Then we notice a big old bull....yup, we took off at a run, laughing and screaming and climbing over that fence fast.  We loaded up in the car laughing about our narrow escape.  All of a sudden grandma turns and looks as me and shes like where is your scarf, ohhhh kimberly you lost your scarf....that was one of my best ones, honey she said...turn around your gonna have to go find it...and he did......what a beautiful day, beautiful memory and such loving grand parents...i was so blessed.  I know she sent that memory to me tonight to make me feel better.  She frequently does things like that for me.  I miss her so very much!  I love you Grandma, thank you for the smile!  

HER JOUNEY'S JUST BEGUN


Don't think of her as gone away, her jouney's just begun, life holds so many facets-this earth is only one.  Just think of her as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.  Think how she must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.  And think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched..for nothing loved is ever lost--and she was loved so much.  E. Brenneman  

Too many times to count Grandma and Grandpa and I would go fishing when I was very young and they lived down in Rockport. Most of the time Grandma would come with us and outfish Grandpa and I both. When she didn't though, Grandpa and I would always come back with our catch, clean the fish and the boat, and head back to the trailer. As soon as we would walk in Grandma would be there with handsoap first, then towels and bar soap. She would insist that we go clean up because we stank so badly. Grandpa and I didn't really think it was so urgent and would dilly dally around until Grandma practically shoved us out of the trailer complaining of the way we stank. When we arrived back after showering Grandma always had a nice dinner waiting for us and would smile as we ate. Any time I go fishing at the coast, I always think about that. And I promptly shower when I come back stinking.