I am so grateful that I could be with grandma in her last days and hold her hand. She was surrounded by pictures of her family.
There are so many memories of times spent with her. Every holiday and birthday party at grandma and grandpas house. Playing with playdough on the back porch. How she answered the phone. How she grew tomatoes in spackle buckets. Learning to thread the sewing machine from her. Being (re) taught how to knit. Mickey Mouse pancakes. How much she loved grandpa.