I still have one Grandma and this year I want to dedicate my Mother's Day post to her.
My first memory of her is when I was only two years old and we went to visit her in the hospital. Some careless teens had crashed into the back of the buggy she had been driving and both of her legs had been badly broken. She invited me to sit in the bed next to her where we had our little chat and I remained there until Mom and Daddy were ready to leave. She gave me a flower from the bouquet on her night stand to take home. I loved that flower and carried it around until it had turned brown and was quite tattered.
After we had moved I didn't get to see her more than once a year but every visit was always packed with laughter, good food, and great conversations. She always made a point of teaching me how to cook or bake something new often we would scour her collection of recipe books for something we had never tried before.
She was the queen of making do with what she had and improvising. She was the perfect balance of being thrifty and yet generous.
Today I want to thank her for being a wonderful mother to my Daddy, and being the sweetest grandmother any granddaughter could wish for.