Grandma passed away 4 months before her 90th birthday.
My mom told about how Grandma would call her in November every year and ask if she had any ideas of what she could give the grand and great-grand children along with the 2 dollar bills. Several years ago my Grandma and Grandpa wrote a poem called The Two Who Love You. They framed it for each of us, and in the frame was also a two dollar bill. The last line of the poem reads, "We'll remind you each year with a two dollar bill, of the two who love you and always will." Anyway, this past year was a little different. Grandma planned way ahead for Christmas. In April or May when I was in Utah, she showed me a box of dishes she'd purchased that had gingerbread men on them (it was a tradition for years to make gingerbread houses with grandma and grandpa). She told my mom and I exactly how she wanted to package each gift with the dishes for the 35 grand kids and 45 great grand kids.
My Grandma's birthday was December 27th. So on the 26th me and the kids and David drove to Utah to celebrate her. We stayed one night in St. George with Taylor and Samira, my mom and I spent a day with my grandpa putting the gifts together, we had a small family dinner with my siblings and the Elberts, and the next day was the family Christmas/Birthday party. And it was back to California the next day.
I finally got to hold my nephew.
(My dad and Addie.)
She worried like crazy when we had her books here. She always wanted them close to her! I'd make jokes when we'd pick more up on our way out of town that she didn't need to worry because we strapped them good on the top of the van and I was pretty sure they wouldn't blow off. After one trip home she called me and said, "This is awful, but after you left yesterday with those books I had the thought, If those kids get in a car accident, I'll be more worried about the books than I will be their kids!" I loved her honesty. :)