On the heels of my grandmother’s death, I’m reflecting on the memories I have of my Grandma. She’s meant so much to me and I’ve been so fortunate to have had 32 years with her. She will dearly be missed.
There’s No Place Like Grandma’s
There’s no place like Grandma’s.
Where the love is plentiful
And mistakes are forgiven and sympathy extended
Where shoes are always optional
And there’s always a place to sleep
Where the food is flavored with the greatest of wisdom but admittedly can sometimes taste bittersweet
And the blessings received are passed on without a thought
Where the big laughs and amazing stories could never be bought
And you never leave with less than you arrived with
Where you feel you’re at home although your address is miles and miles away
And the discussions could take more twists and turns than the Rocky Mountains
Where nothing couldn’t ever be replaced
And you never tire of looking at pictures
Where your feet are always welcomed on the sofa
And you’re most comfortable sitting on the floor
Where knowledge is served up staight
And it’s always appreciated
Where you can just be…
And there’ll never ever be another place like Grandma’s to me!