Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Childhood Memories

Well just recently my Grandma passed away after her long, strong battle with cancer. She is now with Larry, I believe, happy and pain free for both of them. As I had the chance to spend some much needed time with family during her passing it really brought back a lot of memories for me.

Grandma and Larry had a good deal to do with the way I turned out. I remember staying with them and waking up to the sounds of them eating their cereal and just smiles on their faces. I remember riding in the old red truck and helping Larry shift, or riding in the big brown Cadillac with the HOT leather seats wondering if Grandma really knew how fast she was going. Going to watch Grandma get her "Bee Hive" hairstyle done, oh the smell of Aquanet Hairspray...and it was a lot of hairspray or the evening before the hair appointment when she would take it down and brush it out...let's just say her hair would get big! Playing in the sprinkler in the back yard with my sister, playing basketball in the driveway and even playing with the Big Wheels (wore those tires flat) and the Skip-"thingy" outside for hours with my sister. I also knew where the candy was hiding in the kitchen, which was in the pie holder on the table, and I could always count on Larry to share freshly cut cheese slices with me during the day and ice cream in the evening.
 
There are a lot of memories with them growing up and I know I will remember more of those memories as the time goes on. There are two special things that they taught me; Larry taught me how to read, if you know me you know that was a struggle for me from the very beginning and if it wasn't for him I would have never been able to go and achieve my Masters degree. Grandma taught me how to be strong, not only was she strong when she was battling her cancer, but she was strong overall. She had the will and the way no matter what it was. She had this never give up attitude that I can only hope I learn over time.
She (they) will be forever missed
 
 

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