Saturday, April 19, 2008

My Grandma

My mom just called and told me my grandma was gone. I called her "Mimi". I know its stupid, but that's what I called her when I was a kid and it stuck. I spent many summers visiting her, and a large portion of my childhood at my grandparent's house. They played with me, took me to Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm and she was this incredible cook. She loved everything spicy - that must be where I get it from. She loved to dance, and her and my grandpa (which I called Papaw or 'Pap' - I know, you shut up.) were always dancing all over the house with country music blaring. They were a lot of fun. I would spend the whole summer there sometimes, and I met other kids in the neighborhood who became my really good friends, and they were always coming over to the "fun" house with the pool. My grandparents would even "slip" us beers. "Don't tell your mother!", they would say. No wonder I was popular. Hehe. Needless to say, they weren't the 'typical' cookies and milk grandparents.

She is missed already.

I am so sick of crying, it gives me a terrible headache. This makes 3 deaths in our family in 5 months. I'm not doing so hot right now. I wish my mom was here.

This is a terrible picture, but this is how I remember her - joining in the fun with my friends and I.

1 comment:

Ann(ie) said...

Actually they sound like my mom's parents. The hella fun grandparents!! I'm so sorry for yet another loss for you, girlie. You and your mom need to go on a sunny vacation and partake in many libations and just decompress. You guys have been hit HARD im a short period of time. Give your ma a big hug for me. xoxoxo.