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Passing the time
I cant sleep right now... I mean I slept for a few but I had this weird dream about my grandmother..It was like she said good bye does that make sense... I am thankful that I went down last week... even if I only got to spend a half hour with her.. The look on her face when I walked in the door that night was priceless... She just lit up grinning ear to ear baby.. I think that was the best part of my trip.. I learned alot about her when i was down there.. I love just listening to the stories she use to tell me from when she was younger, teaching her mother how to drive on the roads in bensenville before they were paved.. about how she met my grandfather and how they use to just take long walks...about all the vacations they took... stories from when I was a kid...I was one of the lucky kids who actually lived with her for awhile growing up... she was the one who came and got me if was sick at school... her pickin me up in the old stationwagon they had making me tomatoe soup... even when we moved we still lived in the same town we use to ride our bikes over there usually with some of the kids on the block for kool aid and candy... everyone who knew her loved her she was kind and gentle and the best cook in the world let me tell you.. she use to make me my own pumkin pie because i loved it so much... she even gave me some of her recipes,,,,One of the best things she gave me was the pig in the background of the pic of me playing my guitar... very special to me.. I love you grandma.... lost but never forgotten....
I cant sleep right now... I mean I slept for a few but I had this weird dream about my grandmother..It was like she said good bye does that make sense... I am thankful that I went down last week... even if I only got to spend a half hour with her.. The look on her face when I walked in the door that night was priceless... She just lit up grinning ear to ear baby.. I think that was the best part of my trip.. I learned alot about her when i was down there.. I love just listening to the stories she use to tell me from when she was younger, teaching her mother how to drive on the roads in bensenville before they were paved.. about how she met my grandfather and how they use to just take long walks...about all the vacations they took... stories from when I was a kid...I was one of the lucky kids who actually lived with her for awhile growing up... she was the one who came and got me if was sick at school... her pickin me up in the old stationwagon they had making me tomatoe soup... even when we moved we still lived in the same town we use to ride our bikes over there usually with some of the kids on the block for kool aid and candy... everyone who knew her loved her she was kind and gentle and the best cook in the world let me tell you.. she use to make me my own pumkin pie because i loved it so much... she even gave me some of her recipes,,,,One of the best things she gave me was the pig in the background of the pic of me playing my guitar... very special to me.. I love you grandma.... lost but never forgotten....