Grandmother (part III)

We drove to St. Simons Friday night. Joann called and asked what memories I had of Grandmother because Dad wanted her to speak during Grandmother’s memorial service. 

My fondest memories are of Grandmother’s river dock house. We’d go there frequently when I was young, and the many times we crabbed at her house inspired my love of crabbing. 

Once, I caught a snapping turtle and a stingray in my crab net, too.

I remember my kids’ playing cards with her, like “Go Fish,” “War,” and others. They looked forward to spending special time with her.

I woke up early Saturday morning and went to the beach to take pictures. I took a few photos while thinking of Grandmother. It’s hard to believe she is not here.

We gathered at Dad and Claudia's house at noon because several ladies from their church honored us by bringing a lunch for the family. I was pulling out gray hairs in the bathroom when everyone arrived, taking after Mom.