Through the generations

I keep this more of a "here's what I'm doing" and "hey, this was cool!" kind of blog experiment and don't really share the most intimate moments of my life (let's just say it, that would be scary - a lot of random thoughts flit through my mind), but sometimes I'll get a little rambly or mushy, and this is one of those times. 

My dad's mom passed away rather suddenly on Valentine's Day from a heart attack.  This was spunky grandma, feisty grandma, grandma that I thought would be around (perhaps somewhat naively) for at least a number of good years.  You can't know these things, though, and I can only be grateful for the time we did have together.  There's certainly something to be said for spending the majority of your childhood relatively close to Grandma's house, creating so many special memories...and even if I don't necessarily remember certain things, she told me about them so many times that I feel like I know that Little Red Riding Hood was my most-requested story early on in life.  I mean, Grandma's always right!  I have so much more to say, but I've spent enough time over the last week and a half remembering the best things about her, and I don't think I can truly do her justice in a blog entry, anyway.  It just doesn't seem quite right.

So, if I've been a little distracted lately and have been ignoring small details such as putting my life out there to share with you fine people (a little blog-deficient here in February, I know), it's because I've been thinking about this wonderful lady.  Love you always, Grandma.