My mom called me this week to let me know that my grandmother passed away. It has been a rough September for us.
Grandmothers are so important. They show us where our own parents came from, and they are quick to offer hugs and support whenever needed.
The thing I will remember the most about my grandmother is that she was a story teller. I would like to think, if she was born in a later generation she would be a blogger, a reporter, an author. She loved sharing stories of her youth and her own family. These are stories that are my history, my legacy.
She loved talking about her early schooling and her success. She did not attend school past the 5th grade, but she loved education. Her favorite thing to do in life was to read. She could read through an entire book within the day, so keeping her well stocked with books was important. In her home, she had boxes and boxes of books that she had just finished. Today, I know that my own love of reading stemmed from her great passion.
When I visited, I knew more about her day than people who I saw on a daily basis, because she loved telling me the most minute details about the world around her. She saw everything, and remembered everything, and knew how to weave the details into a delicate tapestry that would become a beautiful story.
My grandmother had an amazing memory. She had 18 children and over 50 grandchildren, but she never forgot a single one. She remembered everyone's birthdays, every year. And she never forgot to whisper in your ear that you were her "favorite." She was always ready for your visit with gifts and candy, treats and baubles.
She has left behind a legacy that will live forever.