Dreams to remind me

This morning I awoke to a dream that brought sweet memories. I dreamed I was at my grandma's house and I happened to meet a girl walking through the back yard to the bus stop. As I saw her she asked me if Sister Holdaway was my grandma. As she said that I wanted to start crying. I thought of how very proud I was to be able to say yes I was related to this woman. The conversation went on as well as the dream, but it was that sweet moment that I wanted to share.

Those who know me well should know that one of the the sweetest people in my life has been my grandmother. She means the world to me. I can't think of a cousin who feels any differently. Grandma had a way of making each and every one of us feel like her special boy or girl. She was such a delight to be around. Weather she was making cookies, helping Grandpa in the garden, fishing, or doing her favorite past time of sewing she was always fun to be around. I'm sure there were times when she had to get after us, but I seem to have forgotten every one. In fact I recall one year at Easter breaking a pheasant egg she had found and getting yelled at by Aunt Jo, but never was I made to feel bad by Grandma.

I recall much of my time growing up that I would look to her as my role model. I always wanted to be like her. I wish today that she were still here for me to see how to model myself. Grandma passed away 13 years ago when I was just 15-years-old. Unfortunately that leaves my little sister in the dark on her own personal relationship with Grandma. She was only five when Grandma died and we had moved away from Grandma when she was three. She hears how we all love her, but she's had to find other pseudo grandma's. It makes me sad when I think of it. I just wanted to write these things down because I feel that in order for my posterity to really know me they have to know how much my grandma meant to me. If I end up even half the woman she is I will still be a great woman. She really was a gem to have in any life!