I've only ever known my Grandma. My other grandparents passed away long before I was born. The boys and I used to spend Friday or Saturday nights with Grandma. We would have slumber parties at her house while Mom and Dad went on a date. Grandma always had the best treats to give us; banana chips, popsicles, and every once in a while, some ice cream. I would spend time at her house in the summer, visit for weekends when I lived in Sacramento, and she was always at our house for Christmas. For a little while this past Christmas, we thought we would lose Grandma pretty quickly. Everything turned out to be okay, and Grandma is sticking around for a good long time.
My grandfather died of a heart attack when my Dad was only seven and my aunt was three. She was a single mother all of a sudden, with two kids to raise on her own. She figured it out and my Dad is a pretty amazing guy because of it.
But there are some ways in which I like to think I take after my Grandma. She is pretty girly; I have a love of make-up, nail polish, clothes and shoes. So does my Grandma. She traveled all across United States, and has had some pretty big adventures. I bet I am the only one who can say that my Grandma was a race car driver. : )
So, Happy Mother's Day, Grandma. I am so grateful that you are in my life and I love you lots. Thanks for being my Grandma.
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