She lives alone because her husband died a long time ago. She's a beautiful little blond wavy-haired lady with a cute smile. She loves to cook. She spends hours upon hours baking and cooking for my dad and everyone else that comes to visit. She's very social. She'll spend hours talking to anyone about anything. She loves to sit out back on her porch with her black coffee and one of her many yummy baked goods. Sometimes she switches it out for black tea.
She's very clean. Her house is always completely spotless and I get that from her. Sometimes she says things in German, like "schauen." She cooks a lot of easy German dishes that I don't know how to pronounce, but they're so good. She also loves gardening and always has pretty flowers surrounding her cute little house.
She's a democrat at heart. She always agrees with me politically. She has quite a "live and let live" attitude towards life. She gets so excited when I come to visit her. She offers me every single thing in her fridge and gets upset if I don't eat every single thing in her fridge. She gives me a big warm smile and a big hug when I get there, and the same thing when I leave. She always tries to shove a hundred or a fifty in my purse, along with about 5 tupperware containers filled with food.
She loves to gossip. She always wants every tiny detail about my life and always prods for more. It's cute. She loves when I bring my friends over and she prods them for even more information, and she also offers them every single thing in her fridge.
She is so cute and losing her will most definitely be the most difficult thing I'll ever have to go through. It hurts me so bad just to think about it.
I have a bunch of recipes that she hand-wrote just for me. Along with a letter. I'll cherish those until the day that I die.
I don't have many people in my life who love me like she loves me. I think my dad does. I think my dad really loves me with every single piece of his heart. But he doesn't show it like my grandmother does. She's not my blood grandmother but she treats me like I am. I'm so thankful to have her in my life. I can't imagine what my life would have been without her. Dark and sad. My parents never had much of anything. I grew up around drug addiction, alcoholism, and just all around sadness. She always helped my parents financially. I looked up to her so much and wanted the nice, easy life that she had.
She always brings up my grandfather ("pappy") who died a long time ago. "Nikki, Pappy would have liked..." "Nikki, Pappy loved you so much." She's so cute.
I saw her yesterday. Whenever I go to the Lehigh Valley, I visit her. I visit her before I visit my parents. I stay at her house for a few hours and talk about life. This Saturday was fun.
She knows that most of my friends are gay. We talked about gay marriage and adoption for an hour or two. She asked me about gay bars and such. She's such a liberal at heart but also a product of her time. It's so innocent and cute. "Nikki, I don't know about gay marriage, we never did that in our time." But she says it in such a cute, innocent way. And it never takes much to convince her of viewpoints like that. I told her, "Grammy, when two people love one another and want to commit to a lifetime together, why should they be denied that right?" And she tilted her head, thinking about it deeply.
She told me, "Nikki, I was talking to my sister. I was saying to her, 'but what do gay men talk about?'" I giggled. She asked me what I talk about with my gay friends. She's so cute. She tries so hard to understand but it just comes down to the fact that she's a product of her time. I like that. It's not ignorance at all. If she was born sixty years later, I know she'd be totally for gay marriage. She said to me, "Well, white people weren't allowed to marry black people either and now they do all of the time. And I know a lot of black people who are nice." lol!
Anyway, I just want to say that she means the world to me. My first tattoo will most likely be for her, and I've said that for years and years. I love tattoos on other people but I'm not a big fan of getting them on myself. However, she is so incredibly important to me and the thought of her will always put a smile on my face until the day that I die. *sigh*
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