With the passing of our sweet Memaw, my husband’s maternal grandmother, came a flood of memories.
At her funeral, of course, there were many things brought up to remind us of her goodness, her kindness and love.
She loved us, loved people. She would get tickled and laugh, not out loud, but in a way her whole little body shook. It was the cutest thing. My husband remembers from way back when she always took care of him. He practically lived at her house.
This song was played at her funeral and it really describes that kind of bond with a grandparent.
I started thinking about my own grandmother who helped me and was always there for me. A friend of mine had a windmill photo post yesterday that reminded me of my Grandma G. She loved windmills. I never knew exactly why, but she did. I remember making her one in a college sculpture class I took. It’s great how things like this can remind ya of the good stuff.
We are blessed to have all the sweet memories about those loved ones that mean so much to us. May we always be able to bring them to mind.