A Tribute to Grammi

Today, we lost my grandmother at 95 year old. She has truly been gone for a while, as she would slowly come in and out, but she was doing very well for her age. Funny thing is, when we would catch her at a good moment, her humor and quick wit was on point and seemed as if it never slowed down.

She was in all respects the matriarch of my moms side of the family. She was the "queen" and the boss lady. She allowed for my brothers and I to spend every single summer of our lives on the coast of Maine, in the cottage my great grandfather built. The memories are endless. Moss gardens, smores on the rock, crabbing, selling painted sea shells, lobster feast dinners, grammi-dates to get our hair and nails done, sleep overs at her house etc etc etc. Maine was and is, my favorite place to be. She  is going to be missed deeply by our family.

I am forever thankful for my faith in the Lord and my knowledge that I will see her again. I am at peace knowing that she is worshipping (with her amazing singing) with and to the Lord.

In her words...
Until we meet again.