Grandma has always opened her home to any child that needed. One thing about grandma is she always had something in the oven and if you were ever hungry and needed food she always opened her home to you. She took the time to talk with you about anything and always tried to give good advice. She was a Sunday school teacher and her class was always fun! I first learned about Christ and His love for us in her class. Grandma always had the most yummy apple pies around! Plus she made scrumptious peach cobblers. Don't forget the goulash! Grandma always kept her home as a refuge. She would sit me down and say "Mary Mae" I never went to school and I want you to do better then me, she would sit me down and try and teach me time. I remember her reading doctor Seuss books to me "go dog go" I loved when she read to us. Seeing grandma so sick was hard. She has always been so strong to me. She had bruises from her meds, hard to see her like that. When my youngest sister Dawn was brushing through her hair grandma just closed her eyes and was taking in all the pampering. It made me go back to a time I remember grandma standing in front of a mirror pampering herself, she was brushing her hair and putting on her maroon lipstick. While doing so she would take the opportunity to tell us the importance of taking care of ourselves. Looking at her closing her eyes while my sister was brushing her hair was priceless for me. My sister taking care of her grandma like grandma did for us many times was humbling and beautiful.
Funny thing about grandma though is as soon as she heard news on anything the whole town would know it by the end of the day. She could call people quicker then most on cell now days. She loved people and still does. Being so sick she still welcomes people to surround her and still somehow talks and entertains them.
Grandma is a great woman. Seeing her pass away sadly in the near future is going to be hard on all of us grandchildren. We loved her. Even with me not being her flesh and blood- I didn't know it and she treated me even more special. She told me many times that is wasn't right for me to not have a father and grandparents and that she understood how I felt as that is what her life was like and she would tell me that I was hers and she loved me like her own. She NEVER once treated me like I was different, not once. As soon as she see's me she still says "there's my Mary Mae" and yesterday telling family friends as she is looking at me "isn't she a good woman" looking at me proudly. It will be hard when she is no longer with us!
