As I was saying goodnight to Noah last night, I said, “Tomorrow is Grandma Vetter’s Birthday.” He said, “I know.” When I questioned how he knew, he said, “I get all your reminders on my iPad.” (Oh the joys of not letting your kids have their own devices and accounts!)
I laughed and said, “I still miss her.”
Then we pulled up old photos of Grandma on my phone. And tears proceeded to roll, uncontrollably down my cheeks. Noah gave me a big hug and kissed me on the forehead saying, “I’m so sorry Mama.” I told them they were happy tears because I loved her so much as we reminisced on the life of a woman who lived to love.
Nothing brought Grandma more joy than to love people.
Especially her family. There are, it seems, a million memories of Grandma in my mind, but what I remember most is that she was …