My Grandma
November 25th, 1988. The day I lost my maternal grandmother.
Ruth Meihm is the woman I think of as "Grandma", my father's mother died when I was 20 months old, so I don't remember her. But I do remember my mother's mother, my grandma.
She baby-sat me several times a week after school and I saw her most weekends as well, after all she only lived a block away from me. Because of that, we had a pretty close relationship and I adored my Grandma.
I remember helping her bake when I was a little girl. I love to bake and that's something I got from my grandmother (both of them actually) and it was something Grandma and I shared, one of those precious memories.
Every year on this date, I think about her, of course. So many years have passed, but the memories are still pretty clear and I still miss her. Not the way I miss my dad, she's been gone so many years and I was so young when she died that it can't be the same, but I still miss her a lot.
After all, she was my Grandma.
Ruth Meihm is the woman I think of as "Grandma", my father's mother died when I was 20 months old, so I don't remember her. But I do remember my mother's mother, my grandma.
She baby-sat me several times a week after school and I saw her most weekends as well, after all she only lived a block away from me. Because of that, we had a pretty close relationship and I adored my Grandma.
I remember helping her bake when I was a little girl. I love to bake and that's something I got from my grandmother (both of them actually) and it was something Grandma and I shared, one of those precious memories.
Every year on this date, I think about her, of course. So many years have passed, but the memories are still pretty clear and I still miss her. Not the way I miss my dad, she's been gone so many years and I was so young when she died that it can't be the same, but I still miss her a lot.
After all, she was my Grandma.
posted by Michelle @ 7:01 PM
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