Granny...

" Everything " sang by mr Michael buble, is the stepping stone for the story i am about to tell about a lady i had the pleasure of calling grandma. She was my mothers mother ,from my father side i had not even a memorie(since she died giving birth to my father),just a picture, i resemble her...

So my granny, how do i descride this woman? With a pit of salt that is for sure! She did not take nonsense kindly , a woman of few words she was actually quiet adorable(not that anyone would  have said it to her face).Her family was her life,considering the fact she had 14 children(3 of them died at chilbirth),you can easily understand why, she was mainly a mother and a caretaker for all of us, and when she had free time(what little time she could find ),she did embroidery, and she was very good at it.

Once i remenber she tried to teach all of us girls( grandaughthers),how to do it,what a disaster!! After that fail attempt i became known as the girl how could sew cat eyes,trust me not a good thing when the stitche is supose to be really small.

But being in her home on most weekends was great, there where obviously church on sunday,and shores but so much laughther and as a bonus i got time away from the rest of them...

She survived my grandfather by 13 years after he pass away, she went one day in her sleep confortable in her home , in her bed.

She used to say i would never marry, i think she was the only person who understood the why not... I  wont ,ever...

She was a creature of habits and she loved to read, so to you granny , i cant wait to see you again, and be nice to grandpa...Lol...

I love you. Always...

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