Dear Grandma Jane - my Grammers
I didn't know where to go to write you a farewell letter. I couldn't go to Alki beach...where ideally I wouldve gone. Surrounded by some of my most favorite memories growing up...and of course you are in them. Since Alki was not an option, I chose to go to the only place we have been together in the south...as morbid yet poetic as it may be...I went to Jasper, AL to your parents graves. So here it goes...
Grammers, you were more than just a grandma...you were like a second mom. You (and grandpa) were so instrumental in my life. As far back as my memories take me. Which I think we decided rides on the age of 2. We had a bond like none other.
I loved knowing that I could always wake up at your house and know that you were already up having your time with God and praying for your family. I loved that example you set. Diligently pouring through scripture.
I loved watching you play the piano. I could've watched you forever!! And your voice....you know that when we all went to West Side Presybertian Josh and I would fight to sit in between you and Grandpa. Loved how your voices complimented each other and how you both took your ranges in the classic hymns...in which I still hear your voices when they are sung. Which then leads me into the sweet memories I absolutely cherish from our Christmas Eve celebrations. I looked forward to that day every year. Grandpa assigned all of us scriptures, he read the Christmas story and you led us in singing from those little magazine song books. I especially loved when we sang the 12 Days of Christmas and O Holy Night. Favorite.
I loved the water fights, your pet spiders, your love for gardening and letting us purge it of the mini strawberries, your amazing cooking (my mouth waters just thinking about it), your heart shaped bees that you would draw on our cards, your love for classical music which trickled down into my study life...ok ok I really do love classical music, and how you called me Annie JoJo
I loved spending Sundays with you and grandpa. I cherished our talks about life and God. Sitting there just holding hands...drinking a cup of coffee or a glass of wine. I never doubted your love for me and made sure you always knew how much I loved you. I hate that we didn't go as planned...the rapture. ;) And it breaks my heart a bit that when the day comes for me to marry - you and grandpa won't be behind me to assist mom and dad in giving me away - like we had talked about. But I know you will be watching.
I love you beyond words Grammers and as selfish as I wanted to be to keep you around - I know it was time - and I can only imagine the greeting you got when you entered the pearly gates...seeing our savior face to face and reunited with Grandpa and so many others.
So in closing...I'll end this the way we ended every phone call and visit and I'll win saying it first for the last time...
I love you infinity times infinity times. Take good care of my Grammers.
