Ruth Thomson

i recently lost my grandmother, lose isn't the right word though, because i feel that she lost all of us first.

i feel entirely blessed for the time i had with her when i was living with her and jean, and gained priceless memories that i will cherish forever. but it hurt my heart when she was suffering and woke up scared in the middle of the night and didn't know where or when she was.

so i celebrate her life and what an incredible women she was and the love she had and the joy i have that she has life after death and is in a far better place.

Reasons that my grandmother rocks my world: { in no particular order }

* i'll never play dominos or old maid without thinking of her
* nobody plays "mary had a little lamb" on the piano like she did
* she sang "jesus loves me"
* her mac and cheese and of course her bread and the fact that she never made me eat chilli
* she had a spoon collection but she let us eat our cereal (great grains) with it
* nobody can sing "happy birthday" as good as she can
* the way she claps her hands
* for red shoes and red purses
* for all the stories that she had but never shared - there's so much to know and i'm hoping to hear more
* the way she sang "bum bum bum" when she'd dance with me and clap
* because she was always so playful with me
* because she loved my purple sweat pants that said P.I.N.K. on the butt
* because she talked to furniture "move you dumb thing!"
* because she called me honey girl
* her spirit
* once we made the worst spread ever - it was hardly edible - i was little and we got the recipe out of a mickey mouse coloring book, it had peanut butter and plain yogurt and i don't remember what else and we mixed it up in her mixer and ate it. we agreed it was bad, but man did we have fun doing it
* her sugar pea patch
* the love that she gave out and SO much more