This is my grandma.
My Grandma Eva passed away yesterday.
She was 91 years old. She has 4 children, 9 grand children, and 18 great grandchildren. (If I counted correctly.)
My grandma wore pink tennis shoes. She called them "tenny runners." I love that. I hope I call my tennis shoes "tenny runners" when I am a grandma.
She drove really fast...and crazy! I remember my sister and I going to the movies with her once, and while we were driving there she said "hang on to your hats girls." We thought that was hilarious.
I remember feeling like I was going to burst while I waited for her and my grandpa to arrive at our house for a visit. If we were at school when she arrived, they would come and pick us up at school. I loved that. Then she would give us a GIANT candy bar. It made my day.
When we went to visit her in Utah, she used to work out of her home as a beautician. She had a beauty shop in the basement. She let us play in there for hours. It was our favorite thing to do when we were little.
She wore Mary-Kay make up. She wore lots of jewelry. She loved to match my grandpa.
She made the best no-bake cookies in the world.
Her house was filled with the coolest knick knacks. She had a piece of coral that I wanted so bad I could die. She had pictures of all of her family all over the house.
She had the funnest (I know...not a word) excercise bike in the world. I have never seen one like it, and I doubt I ever will. My sister and I would ride it and laugh so hard we would fall off of it.
She wrote me every week while I was growing up. Every single week.
She sent me a present on EVERY birthday. She called me on EVERY birthday.
She loved my husband and was there when I married him in the temple.
She prayed for my children to find me.
She cried when Jaxon found me and I found Jaxon.
She cried when Ella found me and I found Ella.
She loved my kids.
She cried the last time I saw her...so did I.
I loved her. I miss her.
