Tears are the silent language of grief. –Voltaire
Today, as I seem to be doing more often of late because of various other personal reasons, I am crying and in mourning for the loss of my Grandmother Margaret. In my eyes, She was a wonderful Grandmother who enjoyed her Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren as much as anyone else but I wholeheartedly believe she enjoyed them just a bit more than others.
I have never handled losing a close friend or loved one very well. Being that I am a very emotional man it's tougher for me when I experience the loss of a loved one. The way I see things, is that we all think that we are immortal when in reality, there is only one person who truly is immortal and that's our lord and savior jesus christ.
I just wanted to share my fondest memory of my Grandmother. Humor me for a moment :-)
When my Brother and Sister and myself were growing up we lived in the Metro Detroit area, which coincidentally is about a 6 to 7 hour drive back " home " to the U.P. where Grandma lived. Every summer, and sometimes on numerous occasions we would make the trip to Gladstone to see family and friends and spend most of our time at the cabins that I shared in previous blogs. It was a great time.. The entire family would come down and spend the day with us including both sets of Grandparents, numerous Aunt's and Uncles and our cousins. These are just some of the memories that stand out in my head.
But, the biggest treat of all - is when mom and dad would say " would you like to spend the night at gramma and grampa anderson's " needless to say, we would jump at the chance. Now, keep in mind we were all pretty energetic kids at the time so mom had the rule, that only one of us could go to gramma's and stay the night at a time, which lead to less stress on grandma and grampa.
There is only one thing I specifically remember Grandma teaching me, and it's perhaps the only thing that she ever did teach me, due to the fact we lived so far away in that she taught me there is always a reward for hard work.
My Grandma was an excellent cook. There isn't a visit toGrandma's that didn't involve her spending many hours in the kitchen to make sure the family, and us grand kids were well fed. OH MY some of the things that she made still rattle around in my head, as the smell of fresh pastries or a freshly baked pie were always never too far in the back of my mind, and to this day if I think about it hard enough - yeah, I can still smell it.
One day, she decided to go for a walk and she took me with her - I think I was 10 or 12 at the time. She had two small cool whip containers in her hand as we walked a few hundred yards down a trail that led to the railroad tracks. After spending a few hours in the brush, we had struggled to find a few pints of fresh picked wild blueberries which she just loved to pick when the time was right.
We took them back to her wonderful kitchen and made the best blueberry muffins that you ever had. I still remember my grandmother letting me eat as many as I wanted as she said to me in a whisper " we won't tell your mom and dad about how many muffins you ate, it will be our secret "
Gramma, if you read this. I just want you to know that I Will NEVER forget that day, and I enjoyed every single second that I got to spend with you. We all love you very much and while you are standing at the pearly gates of heaven and see Grandpa - tell him that I miss him just as much as I do you, and that I am still very happy that he got to meet his Granddaughter Leanna before he passed. You will forever be in my heart, and this world is at a great loss without you in it.
WE LOVE YOU GRAMMA !!!
Troy, Marissa, Maranda, Leanna and Brenden
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