As Mike and I cooked up a Sunday dinner for our parents this week I pulled the last two pints of beans I was left with from my Grandma Jackman. Yes, the best home grown and bottled green beans, the staple of the best Sunday dinners throughout my life, and likely the #1 reason my husband would do anything to get into the Jackman family I held the last of in my hands.
Call it being a woman or just so so pregnant I stood in the kitchen and balled for a few minutes. It has been 6 months since my Grandma died and although I was so happy to see her move on from a body that no longer kept up with her, it is never easy to see one of the good ones go.
To a grandmother that I love,
an example I will never forget,
and a friend that I miss;
thank you once again for a great Sunday dinner.
8 comments:
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That is awesome! Bring a few tears of joy to everyone!!
Those beans really were "Grandma" weren't they? I love the picture too!
Dumb blog entry-no crying..I mean me.
I love this blog post and the picture of you and your grandma.. I hope things are going well for you!
Claar, that is a great post. Thank you. I miss Grandma too. Sometimes I think of the beans and the pickles and the lifesavers and I am sad to think we won't have those again in this lifetime.
Home...sitting on your butt...doing nada...blog damnit.
I love your blog! That story made mecry... Hope all is well. Tiff
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