Thank You

I remember standing on a chair in your kitchen helping you wash dishes.

I remember sitting on your kitchen floor putting cans of food in your cupboards.

I remember you putting plastic down under your sheets to protect your mattress from my inevitable pee. I also remember you letting me sleep with you in your bed anyway.

I remember going to the bank with you in your enormous Buick Wildcat.

I remember eating rum flavored lifesavers from your purse.

I remember you getting me stuck in a turnstyle at Fred Meyer.

I remember laughing with you.

I remember sitting on the couch in the living room staring out the window waiting for your car to pull up when it was my turn to spend the weekend with you.

I remember you taking me to countless movies. I bet you didn't like any of them.

I remember you brushing my hair.

I remember you cooking me eggs, toast, and bacon for breakfast.

I remember staying the night with you after Grandpa died.

I remember you kicking bulk sour patch kids under the bins at Smith's that I had spilled all over the floor. I remember dividing up 5 baggies of candy for my siblings and I to share when it was time to go back home.

I remember bringing my friends up to visit you when I was in High School. I remember you always made us laugh.

I remember an old towel protecting the coffee table from our nacho cheese doritos and salsa.

I remember your sense of humor.

I remember crying when I told you I was pregnant.

I remember visiting you nearly every Sunday with Dad.

I remember you every time I see a Dean Koontz book.

I remember you always making me feel special and loved.

I miss you Grandma.