This summer I got to spend time with Grandmama right before Grandaddy passed away and before I left for Europe. For a while we sat on the covered porch where she lived because she wanted to be outside. Not much was said, but the memories I have of her were present and that was enough.
Grandmama Sara’s Summer Camp - the one week every summer that she wrangled her 9 grandchildren together - provided so many experiences that contributed to making me who I am (including my sweet tooth - she never said no to us eating candy or drinking bottomless Yoo-hoos).
Each summer she showed us her world, where she lived and worked and grew up, the people she knew, and people she didn't know but could somehow talk into letting her bring a rowdy group of cousins to their factory/business/etc to learn something new. She taught us about family, work, and responsibility. She seemed to have an endless amount of energy to deal with us, and never missed scratching our backs and singing us a song before we fell asleep each night.
Grandmama went to be with Grandaddy today. I’m thankful for all of the time I had with them, I’m sad they’re gone and I'll miss them both dearly, but I know they’ll continue to cheer us on from wherever they are. ❤️
I originally posted this text on Instagram, but wanted to preserve it here.