Let me say that I really don’t like to really dwell on past stuff or get into that too much. I have to a little when I show my appreciation for those who were so important to me long ago. Without them who knows how I would have turned out. This disclosure out of the way I can pay tribute.
Momo is my maternal grandmother. She is the cutest thing ever. She is independent, spunky and funny…though I don’t think the funny is intentional.
I practically spent entire summers at their house when I was a kid. She mothered me, she corrected me (yes kids need that), she also let me just be a kid. A happy, carefree for a bit kid. I am tearing up right now typing the words that cannot begin to describe what the time I was with her meant to me. My heart would be unburdened and I was her sunshine. I slept better at that house, I laughed more, and I played more. She made me feel important, precious even. She would braid my hair tight, and roll it in curlers. She got me dresses and took me with her to run errands around town. She would make me special snack I liked and every moment there was like being home. Though I know she probably won’t read this, I had to write it.
Something’s can’t be put into words. I cherish all the trinkets I have that remind me of her. I am honored she is my Momo. I love her SO much.
Ok, get a hold of yourself...self.