My Grandma is the world to many people. First to Grandpa, who has her in his arms again tonight. Then to my mom, who strives to be like her every day. And to me, who has enjoyed my French lineage (mixes well with Lance's English and Irish =) ) and for teaching me life is what you make of it. Grandma had her fair share of ups and downs, but she has gone on. Life is one step in front of the other.
I will continue to cherish the porcelain doll we made from scratch together many summers ago.
She was a good sport to be our yearly measuring pole. By sixth grade I celebrated that I was taller than Grandma's 5 foot frame.
She was wonderful to let me stop by on a needed get-away weekend from college. Plus being able to do laundry without quarters was a bonus!
Among many talents was her able to gather and organize family history. She and Grandpa were able to compile histories and family trees and published a set for each grandchild. But I was always intrigued by her history. Coming across the Atlantic Ocean as a young child, seeing a sister being buried at sea, and coming to America with little hope of ever returning to France.
But most of all, thank you Grandma for the best gift you could of given me, my mom. We will all miss you.
My mom holding Zachary (2), Grandma Aagard, me holding Madison (2 weeks old)