firecracker

This is my grandma, Mary Ann McCool. She's probably got more style than your grandma, right? And she was a firecracker: full of life and personality. She died almost twenty years ago, I was just six years old. 

A couple days after she passed away, we celebrated Thanksgiving. Our large, extended family of 30+ was sad and grieving. It was hard to celebrate anything. Someone set out paper plates for our Thanksgiving meal and I knew Grandma would have objected. With my short legs, I crawled up the chair where I loudly objected, "THIS IS THANKSGIVING, AND WE DO NOT EAT ON PAPER PLATES."

Everyone looked at me and knew that grandma wasn't gone entirely. There was a little piece of her in me, and in everyone else. 

I love you and miss you dearly, grandma. And I'll try to do the firecracker personality justice. xoxo