It’s hard to believe that my Grandmother has been gone for 44 years. I was almost 18 when she died on February 27, 1971. She is the biggest influence on my life besides God.. It makes me realize that what we do can outlive us for many decades. She was such a unique person and I
loved love her dearly.. I can only hope I make as big of a positive impact on my own grandchildren. Here is a picture of her the summer before she died.. She lived life fully right up to her death… I certainly inherited her love of flowers and gardening. She loved her home too. I really remember and love that she was passionate about life and what she did..and I knew she loved me.
Me and Grandmother in her flower garden
Her garden.. I can remember it like it was yesterday..
Yes, she was a huge part of my destiny and l am her legacy…