My dad would always tell me that

“back then”

they didn't really have much.

He told me they didn't get to hangout with their friends,
     

    go to the movies,
           

               go skating,
                 

                      stuff we do today.

They use to stay home, my aunts use to work, while my dad

and my uncles worked with Grandpa L.C. around the house;

        cutting other peoples grass for them.

I really never met my grandpa on my dad's side because he

passed before me and my sister got to meet him. I still love

them all.

But Grandma- she was my rock,

With Grandma I would cook and make cookies,
           

                  also fix her weekly medicine pill tabs,
                       

                                fix her breakfast and juice.

Night time before bed I would roll her hair with the curls she

had, and I would sleep in her bed with her too.

My sister and I would fight over getting to sleep with Grandma

      in her bed,

We really didn't know why my grandma had a flashlight under

      her pillow.

Every time I messed with it she'll know and say,

Hey give me that flashlight,"

and I give it back to her and go to bed.

The next morning, we wake up I go outside

and water the flowers with her

and we pick pecans from the pecan tree and bring them back in

to eat.

The thing I miss most about her is that she spoiled me and

made me laugh to her jokes, and

she loved to love

me.