I am reposting my first ever WordPress blog post
iI miss my Grandma. She was perfect, mostly because she acted like she didn’t notice my bad behavior, knowing my mom take care of it. I was sure she loved me best of all her grandchildren, unaware all the grand kids felt hat way. She made the best teacakes, told the best stories, and always smelled of Johnson’s Baby Powder. Patiently, she’d let me brush her waist-length gray hair, and attempt to twist into a heavy bun, never complaining that I pulled, before finally turning it into a perfect bun and securing it with only one heavy bone pin herself with a quick flip of her wrist, once I gave it up for hopeless.
Every afternoon after lunch and her “stories” Grandma hung her cotton print housedress on a line stretched across a corner of her bedroom, let her hair down, slipped off her shoes and knee-high stockings, put her gold-rimmed spectacles carefully on the bedside table, and lie down for a nap. Though I hated naps at home, I’d rush to brush off my bare feet and join Grandma in her high double bed, with its immaculate sheets bringing the sun-shine indoors, even on gloomy days, knowing a story would be awaiting me. I’d lie on my side facing her, and listen as long as I could keep her talking. After a while, she’d start drifting off mid-sentence as I lay waiting, thinking it was only a dramatic pause. Waking her with my questions, she’d continue till she could no longer stay awake, and I’d have to give up and nap or try to slip quietly off to play.
My favorites were about her Virginia girlhood, running free with her brothers, Clarence and Ed. Her mama shooed them outdoors in the early morning, not wanting the messy, troublesome brood underfoot. With my mother always needing help in the house and with two baby sisters, that sounded wonderful.
Grandma, I wish you were here today to tell me a story, make me some teacakes, or just spend an afternoon catching up. I hope I am half the grandmother you were. I still think of you everyday. When I die, if I wake and find you there, I’ know I’m in heaven.
Nutsrok 
That’s such a lovely tribute. This made me remember my grandpa who I lost two years ago. The bond between grandparents and grandchildren is truly special indeed
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Thank you. I am seventy four and still miss her.
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This is precious! Grandma… oh how I loved mine. Yours sounds like an angel in every way too! Thank you! This touched my heart 💚🥺
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I still warm myself by the fire of her love.
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What a marvelous relationship you had!
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She was a perfect grandmother.
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Yes we did!
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Aww, that’s so sweet. Made me think of my Granny who passed back in 2021 and of course, I can smell the baby powder now. The memories that come alive in the words of a fellow blogger. Thank you for sharing.
Question?
Did you begin blogging before or after your books were published?
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Before. I eas dipping my toe in the water. I didn’t know if what I had to say would interest people. Sound familiar?
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Very familiar. I’m glad you dipped your toes in the water, because now your sailing with your words and stories.
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Why thank you. So are you.
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Thank you my dear friend. Hugs to you and enjoy the rest of this wonderful weekend
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You, too!
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It was crazy busy and amazing. Hope yours was as amazing as you my friend.
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What a lovely tribute to your grandma.
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Grandparents mean so much to kids!
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My mother’s mother was not one of those, she was a hag. She hated my father and in turn me. She was so mean, saying I was a mistake, I ruined my mother’s life and she wished I had not been born. My mother made the mistake of sleeping with my father and getting pregnant, I had nothing to do with it. She met her maker.
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Oh my gosh. What an awful way to be. You certainly missed out. I am glad she’s out of your way now.
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I rarely went around her because my mother has issues with her. Not because of me, persoanl issue with her mom. Unfortunately she would call often and I would answer the phone. It didn’t help considering all the abuse I was going threw already. That’s why I never waned children.
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So many people fall in the trap of repeating history. It’s good you resisted.
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What a thing to say to a child! That’s just evil!
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People how are like that to children will pay a price.
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Sincerely hope so!
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I love this…..it reminds me of the beautiful times I spent with my granny – Like yours a wonderful woman with beautiful stories. I have photographs of her in my bedroom and talk to her frequently. I was most fortunate to have mine until I was 27. X
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Oh you were fortunate. Grandma died when I was sixteen. Hers was the purest love I ever knew. I dream of her often. I always exclaim, “Grandma, I thought you were dead!”
She always says, “I am but I came back for a visit.”
There’s no sadness in this dream, just a wonderful closeness.
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I feel the same way with my grandmother…..she is with me all the time. We are lucky.:)
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We aure are!
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This made me cry because it made me think of my nana who I was very close to and I am sure I was her favourite grandchild, nan was an amazing cook and as stubborn as the night is long, my dad said you could never win an argument with her because she would never admit she was wrong.
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I know your grandchildren love you so much. Especially Sam.
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Thank you, yes I am loved by my grandchildren especially Sam and I love them right back
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