I was thinking about my Grandma Miller. She passed away earlier this year. She had dementia and Alzheimers for the past 13 or 14 years. I miss her a lot and I have actually missed her for a very long time. She did not remember a lot of things over the years, and told the same stories over and over, but you could still see her spunkiness and she would laugh her loud laugh and you knew that the grandma that you remembered was not really that far away.
When I was a kid, spending the night at grandma's house meant a good meal, nutter butter cookies, climbing trees, running around the yard, enjoying the flowers, the softest beds in the world, wearing grandma's nightgowns, getting our hair washed with lemon juice and for the grand finale - grandma would take out her false teeth for us...life was good.
When I was a teenager, I did not want to spend a Sunday afternoon at grandma's house. I would rather have been spending time with my boyfriend. It wasn't 'til later that I appreciated that when she stayed at our house, she would be awake when I came home and talk to me and not even mention that I was home HOURS past my curfew.
When I was a young adult and going thru some hard times, I called my grandma up and she said to just come over and stay as long as I needed to...she was not the slightest bit judgmental of me.
My grandma taught me many lessons - for a big part of her life, things were not easy, with money, health problems and raising 4 kids by herself - but she was tough and spunky and I love her dearly. Thank you grandma for sticking it out and laughing loudly and loving us when we didn't deserve it.
The pictures below were taken in the summer of 2000.
When I was a kid, spending the night at grandma's house meant a good meal, nutter butter cookies, climbing trees, running around the yard, enjoying the flowers, the softest beds in the world, wearing grandma's nightgowns, getting our hair washed with lemon juice and for the grand finale - grandma would take out her false teeth for us...life was good.
When I was a teenager, I did not want to spend a Sunday afternoon at grandma's house. I would rather have been spending time with my boyfriend. It wasn't 'til later that I appreciated that when she stayed at our house, she would be awake when I came home and talk to me and not even mention that I was home HOURS past my curfew.
When I was a young adult and going thru some hard times, I called my grandma up and she said to just come over and stay as long as I needed to...she was not the slightest bit judgmental of me.
My grandma taught me many lessons - for a big part of her life, things were not easy, with money, health problems and raising 4 kids by herself - but she was tough and spunky and I love her dearly. Thank you grandma for sticking it out and laughing loudly and loving us when we didn't deserve it.
The pictures below were taken in the summer of 2000.
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