Today is a rough day for me. Today is my grandma's birthday. She would have been 89 today. Would have been. She passed away in July of 2016. The day she passed isn't important to me because that is a day that I would rather not remember. 
I do want to remember all the great times that we had together. I want to remember the great food that she used to cook and the way that she always welcomed us into her home. Our home. So on this day I will take you down memory lane as I remember her and all of her Glory and Grace.
My grandma was the woman that when we got to her house we would have to go out into the garden and help her pick her green beans and tomatoes'. I can remember that after we would pick them we would sit out on the back porch and snap those purple hull peas. Our fingers would be purple for days. We would also play card games like go fish and uno. We would nap in her bed with her and she would tell us about the sand man coming and putting his sleeping sand in our eyes so we could sleep well. I remember that she would make the best vegetable soup with sausage and her Salt pork was to die for (still haven't mastered that yet). There are soooooo many memories that it would take days for me to write them. I can think back and most days you would walk in and she would be crocheting something new. Most of the time it was some type of doll. I miss those days the most.
As she got older and sicker she did less and less. She loved to travel and my grandpa always wanted to NOT spend money, She would always tell him "well we can't take it with us". I don't remember my grandma not being able to drive but I do remember that everytime we drove over the bridge at the San Jacinto River she would tell us to suck in (so that we could all fit on the bridge with the other drivers). I remember the last trip we took her on. We went to go and visit my cousin in San Antonio. She just had to stop at Bucees even though she could hardly breathe when she was walking.
I don't have any bad memories of her. NONE!! I only remember the good times. God I miss those times so badly. I would give almost anything to have her back. I want to be able to introduce her to the love of my life. I know she would love him.
As I type this I am just flooded with memories of her. Sitting on the back porch while it rains. the many Christmas's that we had in her front living room. Her and my grandpa meeting and instantly falling in love with their first born great-grandchild. God they adored her and thought she could do no wrong. hunting Easter eggs on Easter mornings and going trick or treating on the hay ride on Halloween night. I remember coming around the corner to her house and seeing her out front in a lawn chair under her famous Pecan Tree with a bb gun. I asked what she was doing and her response was keeping the squirrels out of her tree! LOL yep she would do stuff like that. I remember going to the farm with her a couple days before Thanksgiving every single year and sleeping in that little bed and her telling us about the bullgator that would come get us if we didn't go to bed. Yes we believed in a monster that lived outside in the pond (same one we would swim in and fish in during the day) that would come and eat us up if we didn't fall asleep.
She was always there when we needed her. ALWAYS! Even when time were dire...she was there for my cousins when their mom, my aunt Jackie, passed away. She was there for my mom, sister, and I when my Bio-Dad went to prison for life. She was always there with a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen even when there was nothing she could do. 
Sorry this is such a cluttered mess of a blog but that is kinda what my day is like today. It is raining outside and I can't get her out of my head so I just wrote down exactly what I am thinking at the moment.
