The holidays are coming, Grandma and it's going to be the hardest time of the year. Mommy has been so used to things being done a certain way and she doesn't want anything to change.
Halloween always meant a warm dinner at your house, then trick or treating, followed by cinnamon pull-aparts and hot chocolate. It meant the doorbell ringing like crazy, because everyone knew that you gave out the best treats. It meant lots of smiles and laughs, because everyone loved "Aunt Pat" or "Grandma Pat". You meant so much, to so many.
Thanksgiving always meant butter pats shaped like pumpkins and turkey cookies. It meant a huge turkey that smelled so good and tasted even better. It meant a table "cloth" that was just a long sheet of paper for the kids to color and decorate while they waited. It meant smiles and laughs, because you were there.
Christmas meant you sneaking down to our house early in the morning, because you couldn't bear to miss the kids opening their presents from Santa. It meant a special gift from you, for each of the kids, because you knew them inside and out and you knew the perfect thing that would make them squeal with delight. It meant smiles and laughs, because you always put so much thought and love into the day.
I won't get to experience any of that with you, Grandma and it makes Mommy cry because she knows how much I am missing out on. It makes Mommy cry, because the other kids do realize what they are missing out on and she can't fill that void for them.
I love you, Grandma. You mean smiles and laughter, because that's how you lived. Smiling. And laughing.