My Mimi



I really dreaded the day she wouldn't be here anymore.  But I knew it was coming. 

I know she's happy.  I know she's where she wants to be, with who she wants to be.  But she's not with me.

I always talk about that list of people in my head/heart that are people I treasure.  Mimi might be number one.

I just miss her.  I can't believe that I can't call her and talk to her right now.  I can't believe that I can't hold her hand or hear her laugh or laugh at something she said.  I can't believe she's not here.  It's so weird.

But I also remember the night I told her goodbye.  It was heart wrenching.  It was terrible.  It was drenched in tears.  It was it.

That being said, as I type through tears with a tender heart, I think I had the best grandmother in the world.

  From my earliest memories of playing solitaire with a deck of cards, to sitting really close to her on the couch at night, to painting our fingernails together, to ordering Shirley Temples, to her pineapple kitchen, to her dog Tippy, to her house, that one house that stayed the same my whole life while my homes changed.  To beach trips, to words of wisdom, to one who was magnetic everywhere she went, to drawers and drawers full of lipstick, to her love of shoes, to grab bags at Christmas, to watching her love to dance with Gramps, to her years of stairstack grandchildren pictures stuck to the side of the fridge, to her love of turtles, to the pins she wore, to all of those funny "mimi-isms", to the magical healing properties of naps and (only her) sweet tea with lime, to the candy drawer, to her love of blue, to geraniums, to her being one of the only people I wanted to talk to during those lovely years when I didn't want to talk to anybody, to the love she and Gramps shared, to her stories of the maids she loved back in the old days, to her dear Memphis, to her love of jewelry and giving it to us granddaughters, to how much she loved to hear my teaching stores, to how she always told me to "go" and have fun and that's probably why I met Sean that night even though I really didn't want to "go", to how much she loved Sean, to how much she loved my babies. 

Oh my goodness I could go on and on...

I have SO many old pictures that I am SO thankful for.  And she said there was nothing up in that attic... :)



This dress was up in that attic.  Why didn't I take it home with me??



How thankful I am to the Lord for blessing me with such a wonderful grandmother.  One of the biggest blessings in my life.  Because of her, I can't WAIT to be a grandmother.  I hope AnnMarie remembers her too.  I can't WAIT to see her again.