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.
