I Still Miss Her

Wilma and her girls – our last picture with her. About 6 weeks before she died.

10 years ago this morning my Meemaw (Julie’s “Grandmother”) met Jesus face to face. What a rejoicing that must have been for she, my Peepaw (Julie’s “Granddaddy”) and our Healer. We called them different names, but they were the same people to us…loving, Godly grandparents who helped mold us into the women we are today.

There are so many things I wish she was here to see. She never met Anna or Henry. She would adore Anna’s love for all things girly and Henry’s curly hair and knee socks. She loved Samuel, Claire, David and Daniel and bragged on them every week at the beauty shop and at church. Meemaw loved family and because of that we are still the same, strong family she left 10 years ago. As I get older I find myself appreciating my maternal and paternal families so much more. Julie and I were SO fournate to end up in this life together with all these people.

This is how I like to remember her

I miss you, Meemaw. I still sometimes cry when I talk about you. I sometimes get tears when I am washing Henry with his bar of Dove soap. I have been known to get weepy when I see a turquoise dress in a store. I always cry at Easter and I always cry when I have to go buy my own clothes! You would have quit buying for me by now though…you always said when I got a man to take care of me you would stop. I am so glad God saw fit to get me “Ronald” just in time. (She met Randall 3 times and thought that was his name) I really, really miss laughing with you. See, that would have made you laugh.

Man, I miss that laugh of yours and your witty, southern comments. I miss calling you at the end of the day and telling you all about (what was then boys…boys, boys, boys!) life and teaching you the latest, hip sayings. You always cracked me up using them on Emma and Babs. The time you called me at school and when I answered and you said “Who let the dogs out” will play in my memory until we meet again….I loved it! I would always get the ole “Abby, You just won’t do!” I miss hearing you say that to me. Daddy and Babs still say it to me, but it isn’t the same. I miss eating fat free saltines with you before bed and eating peaches with you in the summer. Peaches make me cry. Peeling a peach brings tears most times.

I was really glad Macy’s bought Goldsmith’s because I couldn’t stand going in that store without you. Oak Court Goldsmith’s was our place. The sales ladies knew us. I could go in alone to pick up something you wanted me to have (you wanted me to have everything. Randall has no idea why I want the way I do. I tell him it is your fault!) and the sales lady would always ask, “How is your grandmother? We have some new Alfred Dunner things she will love.” You loved Alfred. Every time I see that label in a store I almost cry. It is not my favorite look, so I don’t usually cry…just being honest, Meems!

Every time I am at Babs’ and Uncle Joe’s house I wonder if you can see the fridge from heaven. It fit! You were so worried about it and you never got to see the newly remodeled kitchen. I can see you looking back at the kitchen from Babs’ “easy” chair, looking at me, and then whispering “I hate to tell Joe this, but that new fridge is not going to fit in the pantry.” It worried you so much. We were all there to witness it go in and We laughed for you and cried because you weren’t there to see it. By the way, are you sitting down….Babs and UJ own a dog. Its name is Boots and he took over the sun porch. If you weren’t already dead, you would be now! 🙂

Man, I miss you! I can’t wait to get to heaven so I can touch you, hear you say, “There’s my pretty girl”, and smile at me with that look of adoration you always offered me. Part of me died with you. I can’t wait to get it back some day. I still love you like crazy, Meemaw!

Your Girl

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

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