edmonds grandma

heaven had an angel come home today. My dad's mom, Marva, passed away this morning. While we are all sad about her passing, more than the sadness I feel assured that she was met by many people who went before her who loved her as much as we all do here. I look forward to a year from now when we can do her temple work and she can be sealed to my grandpa.

She blended two things I love to do; speed walking and shopping. She would peruse the morning paper for deals to get an idea of where the bargains were hiding, put on her walking shoes, and away she went. When I was young it was difficult to keep up with her, I'd do a combo skip-run to keep up. She wasn't messing around. When you went on a walk with Grandma you knew you were on serious business.

She had diabetes for as long as I can remember so her purse was the source of some interesting sugar free treats. I can't say I like sugar free candy, but it was fun to try one if she offered. Her fridge was always stocked with sugar free/caffeine free Pepsi and sugar free Klondike bars. She made the most amazing pies.

Night time rituals were something I looked forward too. She'd check her sugar level and then have a piece of toast with peanut butter and a banana on top. {still a favorite of mine} She pronounced favorite like favoright.

She and I pulled out the photo albums a couple visits ago and she told me stories behind some of her favorite pictures. She paused on one of herself when she was young and made the comment, "I was beautiful once." I think she was beautiful always.

She loved the color orange. Still to this day if I see anything particularly beautiful and orange my first thought is my grandma would like that. I might have thought that today when I saw this flower, but I could just be sentimental now.
I loved when she and my grandpa would sit in their matching recliners and hold hands across the divide. I loved her wild socks and pretty lipsticks. I loved the predictability of meals at their house. Always with sunflower seeds in a pringles can and the option of blue cheese salad dressing.

I was her 'pin-up' girl. In the main bathroom at their house hangs a poster size black and white photo of me posing by the tub, in my birthday suit, with one leg up on the toilet seat {keeping me modest} and this crazy grin on my face. I'm maybe 3? It's hung there since the picture was taken. I should probably be embarrassed but I've always felt pretty cool to be the grandkid with the big picture in the bathroom.

We love you Grandma.