My grandmother passed away early this morning at the age of 94. There are so many wonderful things that I could say about her, but foremost is that she was everything a grandma should be. Growing up, my sister and I would spend many, many weekends with our grandparents. Since our grandparents' houses were just blocks away, we could spend Friday night at one and Saturday night at another. Grandma Owens was our Saturday night. To set the stage, she had a candy dish around every corner of her apartment. Of course they were always filled with our favorites when we arrived. Grandma let us do all the things that we could never do at home. She allowed us to eat our dinner on TV trays! Often, we ate at the card table she had set up for playing rummy or putting together puzzles. Bedtime was always a bit later at Grandma's house as well. We would watch Love Boat. While Lori would stay up a bit later to watch Fantasy Island, I would head off to bed. You see, Fantasy Island scared me a bit, so I much preferred having Grandma read Little Red Riding Hood to me from her big Grimm's Fairytale book. I wonder whatever happened to that book. Sunday mornings we would head off to church. Grandma was always excited to show us off and then usher us to Sunday school. Although most weekends were the same, they were always wonderful.
For the Owens Family, Christmas was probably the most important day of the year. It was very traditional, which made it so amazing. You knew exactly what to expect on Christmas morning and looked forward to it each and every year. We also made some
unforgettable memories each year in Myrtle Beach, SC. Most laughs were probably had there.
As I got older, I would hold on to those memories and wish that traditions would never change. The importance of my grandmother became quite clear when I became an adult. She was no longer just Grandma. She was this amazingly strong woman that lost her husband and two of her three cherished boys and somehow managed to carry on. She was remarkably honest and I learned to respect her for that trait. I feel blessed that all three of my sons were able to meet her and have their lives touched by her even if just for a brief time. As an adult my biggest memory of her would be how she would cry each and every time she saw me and say, "You look just like my Paul." Even though she had lost him 30 years before, it was quite clear how strong her love for her children was and how she thought of them constantly.
So, although the grandma of all grandmas may be gone, she will forever live in my heart. I sure will miss her.

Grandma, Pop-Pop, Dad, Uncle Eddie, and Uncle David.

Grandma, Lori, and Guess Who!

On my last visit with Grandma in May 2008.

I will miss you.