My Granny Peterson has passed away, yesterday morning. She was my mother's mother. I have a lot of wonderful memories of her. I can see her in her old kitchen out in the country, making kolaches, cleaning, just being my Granny. I remember Easter egg hunts and making hand churned ice-cream on the back porch. On Christmas Eve she'd always send my uncle or an older cousin out to cut down a little tree for the house, and we'd all decorate it. I remember waking up one morning when I was 4 to her frying bacon in my parents house. I asked her "where are my mom and dad?" She replied that they were gone to hospital to my have baby brother. I also remember her picking me up from school in the 6th grade. It was the last day before the Christmas break (or maybe Thanksgiving?) and we were supposed to watch Batman. But I got sick and she had to take me home. I remember when I was shopping for a wedding dress, she came to the bridal shop in West to watch. She had a seat of honor, right in the front, and from there she passed judgement on every dress I tried on. I really loved this one dress, it was very modern, strapless, and silver and white. She wrinkled her nose and said no! She was right too, a few dresses later I found the one, more traditional, short sleeves, just perfect for me.
She had been the nursing home for the last 3 years or so, and was in declining health. She was 85, just 17 days shy of her 86th birthday. I got to see her last Friday, and talk to her. She was able to respond, and she smiled and was happy. That was the last time she talked. At least now she is with my Pawpaw, who died in 1980. Twenty-seven years is a long time to be apart.