Remembering Grandma’s Love

One thing I’ll always remember is spending the weekends and summers with Grandma when I was a little girl. The long conversations and the love she showered on me. I can still taste her beef stew, her homemade chicken and dumplings, and the awesomely fluffy pancakes she would make for breakfast. She always made THE best pancakes! Oh my goodness! They would melt. In. Your. Mouth! And her homemade jams, jellies and preserves? They were to die for!

The one memory which sticks in my mind the most is how she fiercely protected me when a bad tornado hit one day while I was at her house.

The loud, deafening roar! It didnt sound like a freight train. It sounded like a thousand low-flying jets buzzing the house! The house rocking from the force of the wind…the windows rattling and the walls bowing inward as if the house were breathing…she threw me on the floor and shielded me with her body, getting on top of me and covering my head with both hands! I could feel my ears popping and for a moment, the pressure in my ears was so that I could hardly hear and I thought my head would explode.

“Hold on, baby!” She screamed. “Whatever you do, DON’T LET GO OF ME!”

We both come so close to being picked up! God blessed both of us. But I know that if He’d seen fit to take me out of this world that day, I would have died in Grandma’s arms…we would’ve died in each other’s arms. Either way, I would’ve been one blessed little girl I believe.

I love you, Grandma! Wait for me at the pearly gates. Give Daddy, Uma and Aunt Bea a kiss for me! Until I see you again, I will sorely miss you!

Frances Bain White Tims

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