Grandma was such a fun lady to be around. If you ever knew my Dad, you should know that he got all his goofiness and laughter from his mom. I remember the 2 of them wrestling when we were younger and being worried that Dad might hurt Grandma. She would just laugh and scream. For most of my life, my grandparents lived on a lake east of Dallas. We always looked forward to fishing with Grandpa and then eating a huge dinner of bass, crappie, or catfish prepared by Grandma. And I just loved Grandma's cooking- cinnamon rolls, cookies, big breakfasts, banana pudding, fudge, fish, etc. It's sad to think we will never enjoy another meal prepared by our Grandma.
Over the last 2 years since my Dad passed away, Grandma has told me countless times how much I take after him. Well I think that he took after her, so I must have a lot of my Grandma in me. I definitely inherited my Dad's nose, but can you tell where I got my eyes?
I also got my Grandma's big toes. I won't share that picture. You're welcome. Let's just say my brother calls them "paddle toes" because they are the shape of ping-pong paddles. I don't really care. When I look at them I think of my Grandma and smile.
Here are a few recent pictures. Sweet Grandma, we will miss you.
|Making cinnamon rolls- October 2010|