"Bless'm your little heart"~Grannie Mary

Wow...I'm not even sure where to start, actually.  I remember as kids, Scott and I would go to our grandparents house for the weekend.  Grannie would cook roast, and we'd play Tripoly.  Or we'd be off scouring the many acres of land with Grandpa, fishing in the creek, scattering the cattle...  When Scott and I got a bit older and were living with my father, our grandparents came and "saved" us, so-to-speak, when my dad had taken off to patch things up with wife #5 (he had left no money and no food).  Grandpa died from a massive stroke after back surgery 17 years ago--she made sure she came and told us in person.  Grannie had this wierd voodoo looking tribal head that lit up that she used as a nightlight in her bathroom...thing scared the crap out of me.  A velvet picture of a bullfight hung in her living room, from her time living in Arizona with Grandpa.  Johnny Cash or The Tijuana Brass was always playing in the background...she smelled like flowers and White Rain hairspray.  When I moved back down to Florida, I promised I'd keep in touch.  I wrote frequently, and then 'life' distracted me.  It went to just Christmas cards.  She did get to see my oldest daughter, tho...even if it was many years ago, she did get to see her.  I had hoped she'd get better after her pneumonia last fall...

God bless'm your little heart, Grannie.  May you forever hold hands with your sweetheart, Winnie...rock your sweet baby daughter lost to you so many years ago...and spoil your great granddaughter, Marissa, as I know you would have here.  I'm so sorry I didn't see you again here...but I'll see you again there.  I love you, I'll never forget you...thank you for everything. 

Mary Elizabeth D., passing away ever-so-quietly in her sleep, at home as she had wanted, 3/31/06.