You pulled out the stepstool

So my arms could reach the mixing bowl

Your hands guiding mine

Just like how you guided me through life

As chocolate and vanilla mixed in the air

The chilly breeze

Slaps me in the face

You always liked the temperature

To be a little icy

I valued all the times you drove those long 29 miles

But I enjoyed even more the car ride to 14455 S Elizabeth Lane

It would take around an hour

But I would get there in around 30 minutes or so

All the sleepovers where I woke up to eggs and dumplings

My favorite food 

Only because you made it

I loved it because you were my home

I remember all the times you said 

¨Abby go and pick the tomatoes in my garden¨

Because you knew it was my favorite thing to do

Or when you said

¨Abby go run 10 laps around the house¨

Because I was a ball of energy

I remember when you would pick me up from 100 Old Post Road

And your smile that would gleam for miles

I would ask you if you brought any food…

You always knew how to make me smile

Youd do anything for me

It didnt matter how much mom payed you

Ýou did it because you wanted to

I remember the times I was sent home sick

Feeling a bit under the weather

You had driven an hour

Just to pick me up

And take me home

Sitting watching peppa pig

On a blanket covering the booger covered carpet

Shoving down a 12 inch subway sub

With the other half of my heart

I called you every time someone hurt me

Because you always listened

You didnt have to speak

You didnt have to give advice

All I knew was if you said it was okay

That everything would be perfectly fine

I spent days dialing your number after school

1-708-301-2186

¨Grandma Pat Kubelka¨

You were like a second mom

All I needed was you

You were always a call away

And theres not once you wouldn't drive each mile for me

You had driven an hour

Just to pick me up

And take me home