Some people are lucky to live with the best parents in the
world; I was lucky enough to live with the best grandmother in the world.
Mom-mom was my right hand lady, we were always buddies; I was her babe. She
moved in when I was in second grade and my home was not complete without her.
She wore the typical grandma sweaters, with kittens and holiday themes and even
in her 70’s, she still didn’t have her ears pierced. But I’ll be dammed if you
ever saw her not wearing clip on earrings, and ill be damned if you ever heard
her complain that they hurt.
Mom-mom
was a widow. My grandfather died before I was even born, and she moved in so we
could all take care of each other. She watched us kids while my mom worked, and
my mom cooked, cleaned, and did her laundry for her. It was a team effort. She
always had her hair and make up done. Her hairdressers even came to the
funeral, that’s how much time she spent at the beauty salon. She was sassy and loved
her Dr. Phil. God, it amazes me how much I miss her.
When
I was younger, she would come tuck me in and sit on the end of my bed. She
would sit for a while, watch some TV with me and sometimes it would bother me
so much because I couldn’t move my legs around to get comfortable. I also knew
that she made sure I would go to sleep and not read or watch more TV. As much
as it bothered my 11-year-old self, I’d do anything to have her sit on the end
of my bed one more time.
This is all I have so far! Hope you like it.
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