My grandmother really meant the world to me, as many other people’s grand-parents likely do. She was beautiful and kind and thoughtful. She was independent and strong-willed. Best of all, she loved her family more than anything else.
Grammy taught us a deep love and respect for mother-nature. She loved to spend the day watching the birds at her feeders. She was probably the only person on the planet with a bird feeder who actually appreciated the squirrels! Sam the Squirrel would eat pecans out of our hands when we were young. We opened the door to Grammy’s apartment, and Sam would come running for that little treat (Grammy always had a stash of pecans, just in case she wanted to make her family-famous pecan pie!).
Grammy loved fireworks and crossword puzzles and, of course, David Letterman. She was all of her grand-children’s biggest fan, making it to every baseball game, softball game, basketball game or cross-country meet. You could always hear her hollering from the stands (and she had a knack for picking on the refs when they made a bad call!).
Grammy really was the best. She’d comfort you when you were down, she’d take care of you when you were sick, she’d be proud of you when you did your best, and she loved you no matter what. I feel lucky to be a part of the Stantial Family, and thankful to have had such a wonderful, caring, kind grandmother.