I remember going and staying the weekend with grandma, we would always have something to do...one of my favorite things to do was what I coined "ditch diving" this is where we would go and dive in the ditch to pick wildflowers for her so that she could do the beautiful arrangements for Sunday mornings church service, she had to have just the right flower and just the right setting. She always made the boquet look so beautiful. I also remember waking up on Sunday morning to the smell of fresh baked raisin bran muffins, she would get up extra early on Sunday morning to make them for the girls that came over to help her pick the flowers the day before. Grandma was always like a wonder woman to me, always seemed to have endless amounts of energy, I never understood how she managed to do everything that she did, but I guess that is what makes a grandmother special. I will always love her and I will miss her dearly. It seems like even the 37 years that I had her here was not enough time, I love you Grandma...Until we meet again.....
