a treasured grandma

One year ago today, a special light left this world, and left us with dark holes in our hearts. Yet from the sadness deep within, we recognize the love and beauty of a life well lived that was shared with us so graciously.  Our hearts are sworn forever to share this love with others.  Could there ever be a more wonderful grandmother than Grandma Cherry?

A grandmother has a lovely way
of bringing joy to every day
by finding thoughtful things to do
to show the love she has for you . . .

(poem found online, unattributed)

The two grandparents who were alive when I was born, died when I was very young.  I never fully enjoyed the "grandparent experience."  But I was blessed to see the relationship between my mother and my children as it grew and developed over the years.  Oh how my kids adore their Grandma!

   
Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. 

~Author Unknown

This epitomizes Grandma Cherry.  She was always thinking up fun things to do, giving little "treasures," and making home-made cookies.  YUM!  (She was known for her cookies which were plentiful!)  She was full of love and fun. 

Our hearts rejoice that we had this treasured person in our lives for so long.  We can only hope to live up to her legacy. 
Her creed:
love the people you love
be content
have fun!

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Cherry  Pie early photos

Cherry Pie photo at age 6; origin of her name

a great poem
This is for the etsy bloggers' carnival which will be published on Monday, June 7 on Joey and Aleethea's BLOG
photo by me © 2010

Birth

The bud is on the bough again,

The leaf is on the tree.

~Charles Jeffreys, 1807-1865, The Meeting of Spring and Summer

Spring, when from the Earth, life bursts forth anew, calls to mind other births I have witnessed.  I remember as a young child, watching, enthralled, as my neighbor's collie gave birth to her puppies.  Later I watched my cats have kittens.  This always seemed such a miracle--new young lives, soft and fluffy, emerging from within an already existing being.

Much later, I witnessed the birth of a friend's child.   And there were my own two children, if witnessing is what you can call what I did.

Being pregnant with my firstborn, a son, was an amazing experience as I felt the life within me stir.  The time of his birth remains a special number to us. 

My daughter was born at home with 2 midwives, an experience over which we still marvel.

This post is for the etsybloggers' street team carnival which asks us to tell of a memorable birthday.  This carnival will be posted on Monday, April 26 on Joey and Aleethea's blog.

Happy Birthday, Sandra!

photo by me © 2009