Thank you all for your kind words about my last post. I have a million more memories to share, but really there is only so much time in a day. One of my favorites that I neglected to mention is when we would walk every morning in the summer to a little bakery in the Walgreens plaza in Mhd. It was called Sugar and Spice. We each got a doughnut and a water. I would snarf mine down in seconds. Steph, like always, ate her good nice and slowly. I was always amazed that she could even keep her Easter candy more than a day.
Well as I got to thinking of her birthday and the date, it hit me now that today is another important date in my life. Sixteen years ago today, my super duper special Grandma Ada passed away. Now, if you really know me (or if you are a student of mine), you would know that my Grandma Ada was "up there with Jesus and Santa Claus" as my dad likes to say.
She died a week before my senior year was over. She died six weeks after my Grandma Irene died unexpectedly. She died three weeks after my classmate Todd died. She died one week after my sister was married. Of all those events, hers was the most expected. We didn't expect her to live past Easter. But she did.
My grandma was one of the few people who never seemed annoyed by me as a child. The word on the street was that I was a little $hi& growing up. Someone was always mad at me, or so I thought...not that it prevented me from being who I was. Anyway she loved me. I never once doubted that.
We looked almost identical when you compared our pictures. I considered that an honor. My Grandma was the epitome of class. She was humble, never spoke unkindly, never lost her temper, always acted excited when I called her or stopped by (much like my dad does now with my kids), played word games and cards with me, and my favorite, smoked like a chimney but never inhaled. Man was she great.
Every now and then I still dream about her. I dreamed about her a week or so after she died. She told me she was okay. It put me at ease. I still miss her a lot. I would love for her to see my kids. I think she would be proud, because I grew up to be a rather nice person I think.
I think this Memorial weekend would be a good time to visit her grave.