My grandma has been gone since 2003. And I really remember from her is that she made the best bread in the whole world. But while she was living here with us after grandpa passed away, I remember more than 1 fight that she and I got into. I fought with her over the bread she made, over the way she wanted the rugs just right, and I would get so irrated with her because I would have to go and get her off the bus after her long day at dialysis. I would make her a sandwich or a snack and be so bugged that she would dare ask me. And now that she has been gone I regret every thing I didn't do perfect for her. I would give anything if she could see and express her feelings about whats going on between the brothers and my mom. I would love to be a fly on the wall! I miss her warm bread and jam, that was better then any ice cream or cake. I regret the things and the stories I really never listened to. And her hands when she would sew were in perfect rythm with the machine. She knew so much and did so much for others and I never appreciated her until now. I want my kids to know their grandma the way I knew mine. I miss her dearly! I wish I could have been more mature when she was here so I could see how special she really was. I am grateful for the chance I had to know my grandma and I can't wait to see her on the other side and tell her how sorry I am. People come and go through out our lives, do we really appreciate who they are while there here? Don't have any regrets cause you never know when it could all be taken away.
