For Grandma Peggy
My grandmother was a strong and amazing woman whom I learned much from and so much of my likes I got from her. She lost a daughter to cancer at 20 and kept going. She died of breast cancer at it�s advanced stages and knowing her, I have a feeling she�s known for quite some time, but that she didn�t want anyone to worry and she wanted to go out strong. Any strength I have is from her, she was one tough lady. You couldn�t get away with anything around her, if you snuck a soda she�d find out. Any cooking skills I have at all is from watching and helping her cook. I can�t tell you the countless number of cook books she had. I have seen her make so many delicious meals. In fact, just a few months ago, when I went to visit we kept the tradition up and made brownies together and I�ve got to tell you those were some damn good brownies, some of my friends even had those, if it was you then you know she can cook. Another thing I got from her is her love of horror novels. All the horror books I have she either let me borrow from her or she helped me pick it out and bought it for me. We�re talking classics like Salem�s Lot and my Anne Rice novels, and of course Stephen King. Every trip I ever went on was with her and my grandfather. I�ve traveled to Mexico, across country on train to California, Washington D.C., Spain, Morocco, and Perdido Key with my grandmother and grandfather. She knows all the good places to eat and shop. My love of nature comes from her. I used to go in the flower garden with her and she�d tell me about the flowers in it, we�d go through the rows and pick green beans or strawberries. Then we�d walk through the vineyard and pick grapes. And even go out back and feed the goats or collect chicken eggs. She would hardly take a break from doing something. If we weren�t cooking she was working on a crossword puzzle, she was amazing at those. I have so many memories with her, because I spent much of my childhood at their place, ok usually bored, because hey it�s a farm. She made it enjoyable. She always pushed me to do well and encouraged me with everything. I got twenty really good years, even if they were lacking the past few years. I know she wouldn�t want me to be sad, which is probably why she waited until the last minute to go to the doctor, she was probably trying to spare us all pain. That�s how incredible a woman and person she was, or is to me. My memories will remain vivid, because she made such an impact on my life and at least a piece of her will live on through me. I love her very much. - October 2004
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