Tuesday, November 16, 2021
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I have a lot of childhood memories of spending time with my Grandma including some near death experiences on horses (kiddingnotkidding), and also some heart-pounding off-road adventures (ahem, cliffhangers) to show us what her latest 4-runner was, um, capable of. I also remember loving to stay the night with her when she’d let me climb the haystacks in the barn using hay hooks that resembled slasher movie murder weapons, and then take a long walk in the pitch dark blackness of night with no flashlight. Sometimes she’d make chocolate yummies (no-bake cookies), and then later always fell asleep in her chair inevitably tipping her fully-caffeinated black coffee that was balanced on her knee. She was ornery and tough-skinned, funny and obnoxiously sarcastic at times, but I think some of this was to hide how deeply sensitive she really was. I am pretty sure like me that she loved animals more than people, but as a real estate agent for many years she could talk the ears off almost any random stranger. She adored native jewelry and was never seen wearing less than what you see in this pic, usually a lot more. She was one of the hardest working people I know, whether it was slinging fancy properties dressed to the nines in Sedona, or weeding the pastures in a tank top and jeans. She was impossibly late for almost everything. She loved the desert with every fiber of her being and could never understand why I left. I regret not seeing her one last time. Sorry to be so cliché, but hold your people close because you never know when you might never see them again. Grams, I hope you’ve been reunited in some other dimension with your long-term partner Pete. I’m sure he’s been waiting for you with open arms and fancy dancing boots on his feet.
