The other day I was craving some delicious lemon bars. My grandma was amazing at making these. I made up a big pan of them and although they were delicious, they made me a little sad too. I wish I could have been making them with her.
Another day we were on our way to the States. I ran into the Duty Free shop to pick up a few things on the way down and saw a little package of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans. They were her favorite. I remember one particular sleepover that my big sister and I had with her at Hart Ranch. We were staying there with her for a week while we worked in Rapid City. Every night we would watch girly movies and munch away on the huge bag of Jelly Bellies she had bought for us. I had to buy the little bag I saw, and with every one that I ate I thought of the fun times I had with her that week.
Two Sundays ago my friend Leanna and I were at church. We don't sing a lot of old hymns at our church, but that Sunday they started singing "How Great Thou Art." Suddenly tears were streaming down my face. The last time I had sung that song was to my grandma, on her deathbed. It was me, my sister, my mom and some of my aunts. My grandma loved to hear old hymns, and even though she couldn't really speak by that point, she tried her best to smile. In the end, that was one of the things that brought her the most peace and joy. Even though it was so hard for me, I sang to her whenever I had the chance.
I found this video the other day. It is me singing "Amazing Grace," another one of her favorites, to her. My sister took it when the day after I arrived in South Dakota to say goodbye to Grandma. It is so precious to me, because I have video of me with her, as well as the very fact that I DID make it there to say goodbye. We weren't sure if she would last that wrong, but Grandma was tough, she lasted a week after I got there.
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