on this mother's day i wanted to honor my grandmother. she lived to be ninety-seven years young. her grandchildren and great grandchildren knew her fondly as great gramma pea picker or ggpp. she could work circles around me. on any given day. she said doctors didn't know anything. as they are just practicing anyway. she drove until she was ninety. this photo of her was taken when she was ninety. she was always dressed to the nines. always had to have a pocket on her shirts too. for her hankies. she liked her jammies too. when she was ninety-three i bought her a new pair of jammies. leopard print. she thought they were the cats. and her hair was never out of place. she cut her cabbage for coleslaw up by hand so fine and even it would make a cuisinart weep. if you told her you didn't like a particular kind of food she would tell you that it was brain food. she loved to garden. and grew her own vegetables, fruits and nuts. and when she wasn't busy with that why she was cooking and sewing. and canning. our lasagna will never be the same without her tomatoes. in 2007 on the seventh of october she spent her last day with us on earth. a few days before she passed my mom was with her while she was having a breathing treatment. she hadn't been able to talk much. she fought a little when the mask was being placed. the nurse tried to explain that it would help make her breath easier. ggpp reached up and took the mask down. looked the nurse straight in the eye. and said bullshit. there isn't a day that goes by that i don't think of her. at least once. and wonder how she managed to get the things done she did in one day. when i can't even to manage to get my teeth brushed most days. rest in peas ggpp. rest in peas.
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