Saturday, November 14, 2009

how I remember her

Gramma Moose died yesterday morning. We knew that it was going to happen very soon and were expecting it at any moment, but still, we are mourning (and rejoicing for her).

For the past several days I have been thinking about her, about her life and my memories of her.
There are so very many wonderful memories, but the one that is sticking out at the top right now is of syrup. The picture of little pitchers of maple syrup sums up many of my memories of Gramma.

Maple syrup (I can't remember any other kind in her house) in little pitchers with pancakes or Belgian waffles was almost always a part of our visits with Gramma. In everything she did she tried to be and do her absolute best, even if it cost her a little more, so that she might bless those around her. If it cost more, she just graciously made do with less or saved somewhere else and didn't let it interfere with her goal of making the time special.

Little pitchers were important too, so that each person would have their own by their plate because each person was individually important. Gramma was one of six children and she understood how very important it is for a child or an adult to feel thought of, special as an individual and not just part of the larger group.

There are so many memories, good and wonderful memories.
Maybe I'll share them with you later .........


darcie said...

Liz, this is a very sweet memory-I love it; today we are grieving with you at the loss of your dear grandmother-but not as those who have no hope, for we also rejoice that she is in the presence of the Lamb!
the Newtons

Jane said...

Your memories are precious to me, because you have seen Gramma through different eyes than my own, and your memories make me smile.
I am praying for you to have sweet dreams every night.
Love, Mom

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