86 years...

Aaron's grandma died today.
A year and a half after his grandpa died.
He was able to say good-bye to his grandpa...not so with his grandma. This was out of the blue.
She had been doing alright.
86 years...60 years of marriage....7 kids....and too many grandkids and great-grandkids to count.
Aaron spent every summer of his childhood there.
I LOVED hearing the stories she would tell about Aaron.
How they were walking back from the point....a 7 mile hike I think...she told him not to take off his shoes because he would have to walk back and get them if he left them...he left them...back he went.
She would tell me how he would always sit close to the garbage disposal so that he could slip his veggies down the sink.
The time that she made Aaron make his bed and he cried because it was too hard. She made him make that bed and by the end they were both crying.
He LOVED her bread and blueberry pies.,,I'll try but I know that they'll never be as good as hers.
She always made sure that I could eat what she was fixing so that my stomach wouldn't be upset.
What a wonderful lady. We know that she is happy up there with her husband.
Maybe the two of them are having coffee and blueberry pie with my grandpa.