From a letter I wrote to Grandma about 7 years ago before she was headed into a difficult surgery, these words capture the wonderful childhood memories I have of her:
I have a very good friend who, as she was raising her children, was always concerned about creating memories for them. It was an interesting perspective to me—I guess I did not come into the job of motherhood thinking that that was one of my roles. But I want you to know that as I think back to my childhood, many of my happiest memories are from times that I spent with you in Yates Center. I would bet Rick and Scott would say the same thing. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter, which I thought was a very cool thing in and of itself, and eating cereal with half-and-half. And I remember eating yummy fresh picked strawberries. I remember jumping on the trampoline for hours by myself, day dreaming about what I would be when I grew up and what I would name my children. I remember getting ice cream at Peter Pan. I remember going to the grocery store with you (was it the Hy-Mart?) and always having you let me get some silly little toy there. I remember cutting out Betsy McCall paper dolls from the magazines you saved for me. I remember the Barbie doll clothes that you had made for me. And I remember the white/silver Christmas tree with the rotating color lights as the most beautiful Christmas tree in the world. I imagine that it might have been tiring having the three of us around, but if so, you never showed it. I always remember feeling special and that you were happy being our Grandma and happy having us there. So, thank you, Grandma, for all the happy memories you created for me. You have always been such a wonderful and loving Grandma to us all.
And that is what she was...sweet, kind, and wonderfully loving to us all! I am happy that she is now at peace.