Remembering
A year ago at this time, I was in Arkansas at Grandma Imogene's funeral. She left us very slowly so we would all get a chance to say our goodbyes. I got a chance to go down and say them 2 or 3 times. I still think about her daily, and I continue to wear the necklace that she wore for years everyday. Each day I look at it, I am reminded of the twinkle of love in her eye. I get many compliments on the necklace, and each time, I say, "Thanks, it is my Grandma's".Grandma gave with such a cheerful heart. She and Grandpa Max were faithful stewards to the church. They were also generous with their family. I really need to remind myself of their selfless love of others. Sometimes it is so hard to think of anyone other than ourselves.
I started this blog a year ago. I started it as Grandma Imogene was leaving us and it was a good relief of my emotions. It has become so much more. It has become a way for me to preserve my memories. Grandma didn't need anything to preserve her memories. Her stories were filled with the smallest details and she could relay conversations she had with people from many years past. Here is a picture of Emory a year ago when we took flowers from the funeral to a memorial garden to remember Grandma Imogene.


