I pulled a memory stick out of my purse yesterday (yes, I have at least 3 of them in my purse at all times) to transfer a file for a coworker. I came across a folder named "Kathryn" and it made me pause.
This is the folder I created the day after my grandma passed away on May 14, just 13 days before her 95th birthday. While she'd been in the nursing home for several months and in declining health for a few years, it was still a surprise and a great loss in my life.
I was lucky enough to grow up within 5 minutes of BOTH sets of my grandparents. My sisters and I spent many days on my grandparents' farm while my dad was working. If we weren't outside playing in their yard, we were in the house putting on shows for my grandparents or playing cards (mostly UNO, Old Maid or Skip Bo).
I was also very fortunate to have all four of my grandparents in my life until my late 20s when I lost both my grandpas in a year. And I'm still lucky to have my maternal grandma to stop by and chat with - though I don't do it often enough.
Here are just a few snapshots of my Grandma Kathryn's life.
On her wedding day...
The happy couple...
On the farm with her family...doesn't my grandpa look jaunty?
With a couple of her 17 great-grandchildren...
This final photo is from the last family gathering where my grandma was there with us. She's holding the youngest of her great-grandchildren at the time.
I miss her unconditional love. I miss her cookie jar filled with gum. I miss her.