Grandma…
I sit here tonight, like I have been for the last few nights wondering how to begin this post. I have been filled with all kinds of emotion this week. I was going to write about Grandma, then I wasn’t, then I didn’t know if I could get through it. I feel like she was such an important part of my life for such a long time, that she did her part at making me the person I am today. I need to tell the world what kind of a person she was.
Caring. Compassionate. Full of love. Full of gratitude. Strong.
If I am only half the person she was, then I am happy. To my entire Family, she was the world to us. We miss her so much.
We lost my Grandma 4 years ago this week, and even though she passed away on the 16th, it was a Friday (it would have been today) around 10:00 pm. We lost her to cancer. It makes me sad to this day to think about what she went through the last week, but at the same time, it warms my heart to know that she is now happy. I was with her when she passed. It was an experience that forever changed me. I was close to Grandma. To this day, I still find myself thinking that I have to ask Grandma or think to myself that I can’t wait to tell her something.
I grew up with her right next door to me. She was always in my life. When I was younger, she was always there. I saw her everyday. She was there when I crashed the 3 wheeler and needed 100 stitches in my knee (she was the one who drive me to the hospital). She was there when I fell off my pony and broke my arm. She was there for me when I was sick. I remember her kneeling on the side of the bed watching TV (The Golden Girls) and eating a bit of supper while I laid in her bed- sick with the flu. I remember her always baking and cooking lunch. For anyone who stopped over. She taught me how to bake pies. I still can’t quite make them like her, but I sure do like trying. Homemade crust. Rhubarb from her rhubarb patch.
She once entered a pie contest on a whim for the Northfield News, and she won! Here is the picture that was in the paper…
Fishing and walking down to the bridge. Sitting outside on her step in a chair or on the picnic table. Just talking. She was always there for me. She was with me in the only two tornadoes I have ever been in. She made me feel better when I fell down and she was always there to pick me up. She always had fresh garden flowers on her table. Her favorites were peonies. These were picked from her plants.
Grandma loved pretty sunsets. After the storms passed last night, they left us with this view. It put my mind and heart at peace just in knowing that she would have loved this view.

Grandma, I miss you in so many ways. You had a part in making me whom I am today. We will never forget you and we will always pass on your memories.
XOXO- Krissy
Posted 06.18.10


















