My Granny. There are not enough words to memoralize her appropriately. Her love for others. Her sacrifice. Her giving heart. Her spunk. Her opinions. Her unconditional love. Her sweet southern voice and drawl. Her food and cooking. Her absolute LOVE and joy of having all her people together. She loved well. She loved deep. She was a spitfire, and a safe place. She loved well. She lived well. She made a legacy through all those whose lives she touched.
Oddly, a memory that pops up is when she came to our house in Orlando. We had a huuuuge mirror on the living room wall. She stood with me and did my cheerleading cheers in front of the mirrors and did a "Spread Eagle" jump and laughed and laughed. I remember her taking me to the breakfast bar with the stools that spun around and I would spin and spin and she would take it all in. I remember her in her older 80's when she needed a new hip and the doctors just wanted her to deal with it because she would be "going" soon and she was all like: "I have people counting on me and I have great-grandchildren to babysit, you need to fix me!" With her red hair that she called "hoochie coochie red!"
She LOVED her family sooo much and her grandchildren and great-grandchildren will have many "Granny" and "Great-Granny" stories to share.
We are so so so blessed to be her descendants.
So many more memories, but I'll stop here.