Dawn
What I’ll always remember about my Grandma:Her french toast. That’s what I always asked for.Sleeping in the front bedroom with that noisy metal window fan.Her making me Coke floats in those old aluminum glasses.Rocking and singing to me until who knows what age I was.The little porcelain figurines, in the hall, she’d let me hold and look at from time to time.Eating pecans out of the freezer.Her always crocheting. I learned how to do that because of her.Her twisting her hair up in bobby pins at night.The smell of spaghetti cooking for family dinners.Her letting me help cut holes in black plastic so we could plant her garden.That flat horrible little pillow she always slept on.Going with her to her bank on Summer Ave. There was always a sucker in it for me.Sitting on the swing together.Always begging to spend the night with her.I could go on and on… I love you Grandma. You will always be in my heart.