Our Rose

I had briefly mentioned in another post that my grandmother had passed away and kind of just left it at that. I'm not sure why that was, maybe I wasn't emotionally ready to write about her or maybe I thought writing about her would make others sad. But after reading my sister blog and the things she wrote about my grandma it was quite the opposite. It wasn't sad it was good remembering the memories we had/have of her.

When we were younger my family would spend some of the summers in Ohio with my grandparents. Carole (my grandmother) wasn't one to take crap from anyone. Whenever my sister and I would act up she would always ask if we wanted pork chops (which meant a whoopin). I remember the first time she ever said that to me, I had no clue she was talking about a spanking. I don't remember what I was doing but I'm sure it wasn't good, Carole said "I'm gonna give you some pork chops?" I was little and a little smart alec (yes believe it) so I said "Good cause I'm hungry!" Ha Ha. That was pretty much a summary of mine and Carole's relationship. We were so much a like. I miss Carole, but I'm glad she is no longer in pain.