Last summer my dear Grandma passed away. She was such a sweet and lovely person, always trying to serve and love others. I can't deny that she was my favorite Grandparent. So I began collecting my memories of her, like...
- Her white patent leather purse on a gold chain strap
- The black licorice she kept in plentiful supply
- Her blue hair
- rolls and jam
- peaches and cream
- beautiful, handmade, quilts
- the petite genes she passed on to me (she shrunk to about 4'11" through the years)
- her little black heels
- her smile
The list goes on and on. So I wrote a book. Based on truth. Beautified through the music of art and words. As I mentioned last week in my notes of Poet Lance Larsen...MUSIC TRUMPS TRUTH. Hopefully the music of this book will bring out the truth of the truth. I hope to share it with you someday. But for now, here is a simple photo...me and my Grandma...