Lemony Webbles

In remembrance

Well, I've had another trying week, but trying me in a very gentle way, really. My grandmother died on Sunday. Millie Moutrie, 92 years old and ready to go home to her father (who she says was calling her, 'Millie, it's time to come home!'). I remember her best from childhood. She had the perfect grandma house full of little closets and cozy nooks full of weird old toys that I loved, like a knitting mushroom and board games from the fifties. She always got us Lucky Charms when we visited (we were never allowed to eat that at home). Sometimes we got so enthusiatic about eating it (it does turn your milk brownish-green after all) that we'd finish a box and she would cheerfully go down to the corner store and get another one. She made us doll clothes. She was always asking if you wanted her to fix you a sandwich or if you needed anything, and always sweet and loving us up. I didn't manage to say good-bye to her before she died. In fact, I hadn't seen her in many years so I was really sad at the funeral. But I said good-bye to her there, and now I can be with her much more often and she can meet my kids and know them much more deeply than she could have in this life. It was great to see my hilarious and very kind aunts from that side of my family too, Bette, Mary Lou and Jean. They were cracking everyone up at lunch after the funeral, telling funny stories about Grandma and themselves.

I plan to love up my grandmothers that are still on this earth too, and try to make them laugh.