My Grandmother would have turned 101 today. Around these parts, we call that the Dalmatian birthday. She died a few years ago and I still remember one of the last things she said. I wasn't actually there, but Amy was. It sounded to me like she was talking to God and she said, "I can't go yet, I have great grand-children coming." One of those children was my youngest, who we were expecting.
The day before my Grandma's 95th birthday party I wanted to write her something special about how much she meant to me. I went through a couple of dozen drafts just to hone up on my basketball skills (I kept crumpling them up and throwing them away) until I came up with a keeper. I read it at her party and when she passed away two years later I read it again. I share it here in memorial of one of the finest people I have ever known.
The day before my Grandma's 95th birthday party I wanted to write her something special about how much she meant to me. I went through a couple of dozen drafts just to hone up on my basketball skills (I kept crumpling them up and throwing them away) until I came up with a keeper. I read it at her party and when she passed away two years later I read it again. I share it here in memorial of one of the finest people I have ever known.
1 of 29
I share a grandmother with 28 others
All of their sisters and all of their brothers
And even if we hadn't produced the next generation
She's still be a great grandmother in my estimation
Growing up Grandma could pick us each from the crowd
She knew who was shy and which ones were loud
Her love for our Grandpa was always displayed
He was her Jack, and she was his Babe
While our love and respect she has merited
I'd like to speak of the things we've inherited
Her sense of family and love for games
The memory of a pole with our heights and our names
So Grandma as I wish you a happy birthday
There's one more thing I'd like to say
While I maybe just 1 of 29
You made me feel like you're mine all mine
Next Time: A New Way to Cut Pancakes.
