I've never felt so grateful in all of my life. With the passing of my grandmother just a few short months after Eric's grandmother left us, I want to now, more than ever, take in life the way Peggy did. Gram and my grandma had a lot in common, come to think of it. My favorite words that describe my grandma are fun (the life of every party), warm, spiritual, funny, spunky, engaging, quick-witted, wise, energetic, and she also had the coziest lap where I'd fall asleep on many occasions. We'd pop some Act popcorn and watch movies like Ghost and shows like Star Search late into the night (for me, anyways). She'd lay next to me in bed (the latest National Enquirer tightly in hand) and later sneak out, leaving me with the squeals of piglets right outside my window (scariest sound known to man). I'd wake up (again) to the smell of bacon and there was no better place in the world than Grandma's house. I'd draw her pictures and just as quickly as I drew them, she'd find a frame and hang them up around her house. I want to be like her to my grandchildren. Soft, cozy, loving. Although I'm afraid I don't have the pillowy chest that she had, I'll try my best in other ways.
When Leo saw her one last time, he wished her "Night, night."
Goodnight, Grandma, thanks for always letting me pat your soft hair, the fluffiest hair I've ever had the pleasure of patting. I'll never forget you.
