Today is the anniversary of my Grandma Bone's death. Not quite sure how many years she has been gone. I still remember the day she died. It was a Sunday morning I was in mine and Mindi's room playing Barbies before we had to head to church, next thing I know my mom goes running into her room crying and my dad immediately follows. Me being as young as I was didnt know what was going on. After a little while my dad came out gathered us all together and told us Grandma Bone had died in the night. She went up north to visit her sister (I think it was her sister) got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and didnt make it back to her bed. Her sister found her later on.
My best memory of my Grandma actually happened not too long before she died. My grandma invited me and Mindi to sleep at her house and told us she would teach us how to crochet...my grandma later found out that was a bad idea...she kept getting mad at me because I would either do it too tight or too loose so she told me she would teach me when I was older. So needless to say to this day I don't exactly know how to crochet anything but a rope....But man can I crochet a mean rope :)
I have tons of memories from the summer times when my cousins would come down and stay at my grandmas. Here are some of them:
** walking to the gas station (thanks to my cousin Cathy I had my first taste of Dr. Pepper on the walk back from the gas station when my parents werent around:D)
** going to the park
** playing in the cherry trees (until we would get yelled at for playing in the cherry trees)
** going to the Nature Walk
** throwing stuff into the neighbors pool
** playing with her gold coins
I miss and Love you Grandma!
