#11

#11 is a story that was told by my Auntie Pauline, who has since passed away. She said that she received a letter from my Grandma Brown (who was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was about 5) right before she died telling a story about me. I remember grandma all right. I remember that she was beautiful and bright, and she had strawberry blonde hair that she curled. Though I was 6 when she died, the thing I remember the most about her was love. Everything that she said and did translated to love to me. She was warm and inviting. Shortly before she died, my mom, brother and I went out to the farm where Grandma Bea (short for Beatrice) and Grandpa Brown lived. We spent a number of days there and as my mom and brother packed the car, I snuck away to see my Grandma one last time. I crawled into her bed where she really couldn't move from. I snuggled up close to her and held her. "I love you," I told her.