My Loving Grandma Bev,
I have so many fond memories. Her kind and adoring personality, overall.
I remember when I was a little girl, I would stay in the upstairs guest room at the Golden house. I remember, she would always read to me before bedtime, tucking me in with a goodnight kiss.
I would always wake to some kind of mouthwatering smell coming from downstairs, of either cheesy egg casserole or her amazing and famous hash brown casserole, which is now a passed down tradition of mine – at every Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I remember I would look over the balcony and see Grandpa reading his newspaper in his recliner and would peek my head, upside down, at the top of the stairs, (as not to be noticed) to see what Grandma was doing in the kitchen. She would continue to clean or cook, and I would pretend not to be there. I always thought I was being so sneaky, but now, looking back, I’m sure she knew I was there all along.
She knew how mysterious the crawl space was to me and anytime we needed anything from it, she would ask if I would go grab it. I’d always explore the entire thing, and I am sure, took way too much time, but Grandma was so patient. She would never get mad!
I have to thank her for teaching me to wrap presents, ever so neatly and how to make the bed so tightly, your feet could get stuck.
She taught me that family is most important and that anything I put my mind to can be accomplished if I do it with love. Even when I got pregnant at a young age, she never looked down on me.
She helped show me what a true relationship looks like. She and Grandpa would do anything for each other.
She showed me how to be patient and that you truly can take ALL day to open Christmas presents, one person at a time. She taught me to always be grateful and appreciate anything from anyone, and that the Thank You card better be sent in a timely manner, as well.
I have so many good memories of you, Grandma. I wish you were still here, to make just one more, or give one more hug, or even to meet and hold your newest great granddaughter. I’m mad that COVID-19 had the timing that it did. I feel it stole some of the last healthy months you had with us on earth.
But I refuse to stay sad. I know that is not what you would have wanted.
Your granddaughter,
Haley Oldson