(As creepy/strange as that sounds, just hear me out.)
When last we were in Vernal, my grandmother offered me a sweater that she had given to my great grandmother before she died.
It was soft and warm, our apartment here in Provo is pretty cold, so I took it.
Today, while Tyler and I were having FHE, I noticed a little silver hair sticking out of my jacket pocket.
Now, chances are, the hair was just one of my ultra-blonde ones, but it made me stop and think about my great grandma. And as I thought about her, I began to miss her.
We weren't super close. But I sure loved her and looked up to her. She really was (and still is) one special lady.
I sure love you, Grandma!
4 comments:
This was a sweet story. Once I was wearing a jacket of my dad's and one of his handkerchiefs was in it. It made me miss him too.
aww.
I read this post a few days ago and I've been thinking about it. I loved your Grandma instantly and so regret we didn't get to have more time to talk to her. If you ever find her life story...not sure if she wrote one, I would so love to read it.
It's funny how things like that trigger memories. Especially the fond ones.
My husband's cousin Gabriella Miller (at the time) was living in Vernal about 10 years ago. She loved it there and never wanted to move from there. She said that the Saints there were so awesome and it was a great family environment. I wonder if she knew your grandma. Treasure up the memories and keep blogging!
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