I loved my Granny and Old Man more than anything. I have so many fond memories of stories they told, rides on my Old Mans shoulders, garage selling with Granny. Picking strawberries at the field and then canning them. Sleepovers and the annoying cuckoo clock.
Old Man passed away unexpectedly ten years ago on my birthday, I was in Hawaii and no one wanted to tell me. I found out in a round about matter and my heart broke. Granny passed four years ago. I was so lucky to stay with her the last few days. They were my world.
Yesterday I stopped by my mom's to get my kids after my run. I needed a quick snack full of protein would do the trick and well, my mom eats like shit and sausages were all I could find, not even an egg in the house. Not thinking, I grabbed a little bowl out of the cupboard, put little weenies in there and grabbed a fork. Then I realized what I had.
Grannies bowls. I have been eating out of these since I was a little girl. And her forks, I recognized the patterns. Memories of sitting in her kitchen watching her cook came flooding back.
Made me smile, even all these years, she is still here with me. With her little pink bowls, that were always filled with love and some wonderfully awesome treat!