Meme, by Marie

My maternal grandmother, Meme, isn't doing so well. In fact she can't even read anymore as she can't figure out the words. So, in honor of Meme, I'm going to record some of my favorite memories of her.

When my sister and I went and stayed with her, she would let us eat peanut butter off a spoon before bed. After we'd brushed our teeth.

I spent two weeks with her while my parents were in Texas. I wasn't allowed to watch her soap operas, and my mom was emphatic that I shouldn't watch TV. Therefore, every afternoon, I spent four hours outside. If I needed water or to use the bathroom, I had to knock and wait for Meme to turn the TV off. It was really hot that summer.

Meme had a golden retriever named Buffy. Buffy was scared of everything.

Meme had these great corn holders that we used all the time. They were yellow and looked like corn. She kept them in a brown plastic cup inside her pie cabinet.

I took Meme to see "Wild Wild West" with Will Smith. We had a really good time.

So its really depressing to think about losing a grandparent. I have such great memories of her and her home in Wake, Virginia. I'm afraid that I'll forget about the tire swing or the well or how I stole all the Hershey's kisses out of the Christmas ornaments one year. Maybe one day I won't remember how the big thing in the kitchen sounded in the mornings or how the rug in the hallway felt. Then I'll forget telling her that Aunt Judy had died or that I had driven Dad's car into the house. If she's alive, I feel like I'll always remember. But I know I won't.

On a completely different note, it may snow again. I really want it to- I'm not happy about tomorrow's 8 am IEP meeting. Maybe that'll be tomorrow's entry. Stupid IEP meetings.