Every spring marked poppies and peonies blooming at my grandparent’s house. They always had a massive garden and in the midst of all the vegetables, there were poppies. Red poppies always remind me of my grandma. She loved them. This past Mother’s Day marked the 5 year anniversary of her passing. That day the California poppies in her front yard bloomed.
I’ve been purging our house of stuff and came across an old report I did on my grandma. It was 20 years ago and I had to do a big report for a school project. Grandma gave me pictures and keepsakes to include in the report. She also sat through lots of interview questions. As I read all that I had written about her, I was so thankful to have all those stories recorded. I think I am going to have my kids do reports on other family members soon. It is such a treasure to look back on.
In the report she talks about how she was at ballroom dance lessons with a friend. She looked across the dance floor, pointed at a young man and told her friend, “I want that one.” She and my grandpa eloped a few months later.
I miss her. And I miss the funny way she’d thump us on the head with her long finger. And I miss her blackberry cobbler. Mainly, I just miss her and am so grateful for all the memories I have of her.
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