She woke up early, before the sun would come up to tend to her garden, take a walk around the block, and come back to make breakfast for us. I would hear her every morning, walking through the house and quietly opening our doors to make sure we were still asleep. It was natural instinct for her, to make sure her family was always safe and taken care of.
She loved comfortable clothes, often wearing khakis and long sleeve turtlenecks, for fear of getting too tanned. She also was the first person I knew to rock bucket/fisherman's hats. Her style was simple, practical and she never asked for anything more. She never wanted any of us to spend money on her for materialistic things. Instead, all she ever asked for was our time. I spent countless afternoons in the summer at my grandmother's house. Growing up, it was the cool place to be. She protected us against our parents, fed us home cooked meals, watched "I Love Lucy" with us, and made the best pot of coffee there was. Not to mention that she was extremely resourceful so when we ran out of glue for arts and crafts, she simply went over to the rice cooker and somehow turned leftover rice into glue for us. Read More