Sunday

Sunday might just be a day to some but to me it holds a special place in my heart. There was a time in my life where this day meant family lunches at Grandma’s. I didn’t even have to call before I came. It was an open invitation.

She would wake up at five in the morning to start cooking. Maybe even earlier sometimes depending on what she was making. Every Sunday was like Thanksgiving at her house. Grandma’s house would be full to the max with my Uncles, Aunts and Cousins. She always had plenty of food, enough to feed an army. Even with a full belly we couldn’t resist her desserts: pound cake, coconut cake, blueberry with streusel on top, or my dad’s favorite chocolate pudding with cream cheese and pecans.

Sunday’s just won’t be the same for me. June 19, 2020 my Grandma went to be with the Lord. All I can think about is how much I’m going to miss her. She taught me the biggest lesson in life. How important family is. Her love will live on in me. I’ll forever hold on to the good memories of her and my Grandpa.

Goodbyes have always been hard for me. And I think maybe it was the same for her too. When the family would leave, she would stay on her front porch and wave to all of us as we drove away. With each and every one of us she shared the same love and it was amazingly beautiful.