I still can't quite wrap my brain around the fact that Grandma Corah (aka Gram) is gone. I am sure it will hit me like a ton of bricks come Monday. I am so incredibly glad that my children got to meet her and spend some time with her. I don't know if they will remember any of it, but I will. What treasured and priceless memories. I have the one item I cherish the most from my grandmother, her piano and a watch which was her first gift from my grandfather. I don't want to lead anyone to believe that it's about the 'stuff.' It's the time........those summer days spent at "Corah City."There were the treks to the pool, us kids fighting over who could back the car out of the garage, the excursions to the creek behind the house, begging to sleep outside on the porch, the constant baggering on Gram's part to "get the hair out of your eyes. Let me go get a bobby pin.", realizing I had never met someone so frugal. Who saves perm papers or reuses teabags? Those are the things I will remember and treasure. I even saw her once cut open a toothpaste container.
The rule that you must always go to the bathroom before you go anywhere. I remember going for Saturday visits with her to visit her mom. Gram wasn't the best driver and I always got a slight case of car sickness. Thank goodness Grandma Kio didn't live too far away. This is the woman who taught me how to make biscuits from scratch. We used to shape them with a glass.
The the saddest part about death, the change........the fact that nothing will ever be the same. Nothing will be the same at that house or on that porch. I can't imagine how Gramp is holding up. Afterall, when you are married to someone for 61 years........ Well, sis and I are headed to PA in the morning, to say good bye not only to our grandmother, but to an era gone by.










