More than anything I wish I could sit down with my Grandma Mae. My memories of this sweet Grandmother have faded with time, we lost her when I was probably 12 years old or so. I do remember that she was a beautiful Grandma, smooth skin, soft swirls of white curls surrounded her face, her sitting in the kitchen of her final family home, in her wheelchair that arthritis had sentenced her to. I remember Sunday dinners of delicious chuck roast, the best mashed potatoes, our favorite brown and serve dinner rolls and desserts. There was chocolate chip cookies and chocolate cream pies that no child could ever resist.
Even more, I wish I could just talk to her. Talk to her about this miracle of being "Grandma". I had no idea what kind of happiness was in store for me until Ely Michael Allen was born this past October. And suddenly my heart opened even more, quickly taken in by this little boy, the baby of my baby girl. Some how this precious boy has found a space that I didn't even know I had and firmly planted his self right into the middle of it. My own Grandma always had open arms for all of her grandchildren and I'm just starting to see that she too had many spaces in her heart to fill.
I love this role of Grandma and love the legacy that Grandma Mae started so many years ago. She may be gone but truly she will never be forgotten.
Love,
