A couple of weeks after Donnie's funeral one of her grand daughters wrote this and gave it for me to keep.
I decided it would be better off on my blog than it would be just sitting on the hard drive of my computer, with no one ever feeling the spirit of it as I did when I first read it. Wally
My Grandma
Miss my Grandma.
Love my Grandma.
When thinking of
grandma these past couple weeks, this poem kept coming to mind:
A woman was waiting at the
airport one night,
With several long hours
before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the
airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and
found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her
book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as
bold as could be,
Grabbed s cookie or two from
the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to
avoid a scene.
She read, munched cookies,
and watched the clock,
As the gutsy “cookie thief”
diminished her stock.
She was getting more
irritated as the minutes tick by,
Thinking, “If I wasn’t so
nice, I’d blacken his eye!”
With each cookie she took, he
took one too.
When only one was left, she
wondered what he’d do.
With a smile on his face and
a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and
broke it in half.
He offered her half, and he
ate the other,
She snatched it from him and
thought, “Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and
he’s also so rude,
Why, he didn’t even show any
gratitude!”
She had never known when she
had been so galled.
And sighed with relief when
her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings
and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the “thieving
ingrate.”
She boarded the plane and
sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which
was almost complete.
As she reached in her
baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies
in front of her eyes!
“If mine are here,” she
moaned with despair,
Then the others were his and
he tried to share!”
Too late to apologize, she
realized with grief,
That she was the rude one,
the ingrate, the thief!
I wish I could sit
here and say that I wouldn’t be ticked off if somebody was eating my cooks…But
I know I’d be WAY ticked especially if they were chocolate. I guess I kept
thinking of this poem because I know that grandma would be the one sharing her
cookies… with anybody. That’s how I’ll always remember her. Truly loving
everybody, unconditionally, Humble, kind and good.
On December 1st,
2012, my sweet grandma was taken up to heaven. The funeral was beautiful. I
hadn’t been to one since I was little. It was truly humbling to see how many
people not only cared about grandma, but considered her to be one of their best
friends. Tears were shed and memories remembered. What I loved most were all
the personal stories everybody had to share of how good grandma was. I don’t
think it’s possible to put into words how good of a person grandma is. The
speakers did a great job though. The grandkids sang as best they could, but I
think Caleb stole the show. I’m so grateful to have grandma as an example in my
life. I couldn’t ask for a better grandma, she sure set the bar pretty high,
but I love that I get to think “what would grandma do?” when I’m put in
difficult situations. I love you grandma.
Here are some grandma
memories I never want to forget:
-
Easter egg hunts
in the backyard.
-
Spending the day
with the cousins and grandma and grandpa. That usually meant McDonalds for
lunch.
-
The only time I’ve
EVER seen grandma get ticked was when she was babysitting when I was little and
I was being a REAL stinker and wouldn’t get ready for dance.
-
Christmas:
Sitting on Santa’s lap and playing with grandma’s AMAZING Christmas Village.
-
Her love of the
Utah JAZZ and Diet Coke.
-
Cruising around
in her JAZZY chair.
-
Visiting her in
the care center. She was always concerned more about others.
-
Grandma &
Grandpa always had the best Disney movies; they’d even let us borrow them.
-
Grandma’s craft
group, always making things for others.
-
Grandma never
wanted to miss a party, whether it was Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, or even
just getting together as a family.
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