As a young lady in my thirties, I still feel nervous when chewing gum in church because I remember the glares from the choir loft because little Abby had some Trident in her mouth. When I put my son in knee socks and “funny little outfits” (as my Daddy calls them), I smile and think of her. When I make a casserole or a pecan pie I always think of her dining room in that parsonage in Garland, TN. When I see a mall walker it makes me wonder if she is mall walking in heaven or if she just skipped the walk and headed straight to Perkins. When I give my little portion to the food bank or speak with a smile to the disabled young man who has spoken to me loudly in Walmart, my heart smiles for her. And when I see a one day sale at a department store my heart starts racing and my legs start running. She is with me all the time.
I feel so blessed to have had so many wonderful, formative years with my little Meemaw. I could go on and on about my Meemaw, Julie’s Grandmother and Hollye’s Gran, but I will spare you the drive down memory lane. My husband tells me it can be a boring drive for others after a certain point! I love that she met my sweet husband right before she died. I even told her one Saturday night when she felt really ill, “I’m going to marry him, Meemaw” and she smiled back at me and sipped on the Ensure milkshake I had made her (I could make a “mean” one!). She died the very next Saturday morning. I think she needed to make sure I was taken care of before she left us. I was her baby and she made no bones about it. I think Randall (she called him “Ronald” ) was a little angel for both of us.