Remembering

Last evening my Grandma went home to be with the Lord. The past week has been a rough one for my mom and family. I was with my Grandma quite a bit as a kid. She and my Grandpa stayed with us for a while in a camper out back. For a while every day over the summer my Grandma and I would play 500 rummy while my Grandpa was at work. She would have her programs on in the back ground and we would sit and play for hours. She never just let me win, we played for real. She also taught me how to crochet, at first all I did was a single crochet and then I kind of forgot about the whole thing. About 9 years ago I decided to give it a try again, but to learn to read the instructions and do a bit more difficult things. So I called my Grandma up and a few days later a "How to Crochet" book showed up in my mail box. I followed those pictures and directions until I became an expert. The pattern I am doing above is one that my Grandma sent me in a stack of vintage knit/crochet books. I have made this baby sweater so many times I've lost count. As I sat in the van this week and crocheted while Avery was at guitar lessons, I thought of my Grandma and how a lot of my memories are of her holding a crochet hook. I hope to some day give that same memory to my kids and grandkids. I'm gonna miss her..........