Two weeks ago tomorrow, my Gramma passed away. She lived a very full 92 years--she was the mother to 5 children, Gramma to 14, and Great Ginny to more than I can count. My family was blessed to have her live with us my whole childhood, for 20+ years. Now that I am a mom myself, I have the responsibility to pass on what I have learned in life to my daughters. My gramma taught me a lot. She taught me to live everyday as if it was your last, to love life and your family, and most importantly to love God and follow Him.

Gramma was full of spunk. If she got tickled over something, the whole room was sure to be laughing by the end of it. Our family became spoiled by Gramma's oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and her fresh whole wheat bread. As a child, my gramma made many of Miranda's and my clothes (most of which we loved).

My gramma had 14 months with Sydney and Abigail. She just couldn't get over the fact that there were two of them every time she visited. She couldn't remember ever having seen two little one's who looked so much alike! Sydney and Abigail loved to sit in her lap and she loved to watch them explore their world around them. When the girls and I were in St. Louis over the 4th of July, Gramma went to the park with us and really enjoyed watching the girls swing. We went back to the park when we were home for her memorial service and it was good to remember watching Gramma sit on the bench and watch the girls. Sydney and Abigail won't remember their Great Ginny, but Brad and I hope to tell them enough stories about her that they will feel like they do.

Although my Gramma's earthly life has ended, we know she is rejoicing with the angels today. We had such a great time with family in St. Louis and it was good to see cousins and aunts and uncles we hadn't seen in awhile. We look forward to seeing Gramma again someday.