Meet my Grandma
Lois Elsie Clemmons Butler
Today would have been her 89th birthday. I miss her today. Well, let's be honest, I miss her every day. For almost thirty years, she was always there. She hosted tea parties for me and my friends when I was young. She attended all of my school programs and athletic events no matter the weather or time. I think that's what I miss most. Her presence. I wanted her to be there when my sweet Miriam was born. I wanted her to be at my house this Christmas when all of us were together for the first time in over a year. Selfishly, I wanted her to always be there just like she always had been.
She was more than a Grandma. She taught me so much. She spent many hours in her basement showing me how to use the sewing machine, how to cut patterns, and how to sew. I know it had to be frustrating, but she never showed it. I remember sitting on her couch upstairs while she taught me how to crochet. That took even more patience on her part, but she enjoyed passing on her skills to me. My favorite recipes belong to her, and I loved watching her cook. It was hard to get the recipe out of her because she wasn't quite sure how much went into those famous dishes. I guess that's why my dishes don't turn out just like hers. She taught me how to be a big sister, not through words, but through her actions. Actually, her life taught me so much. Her simple, quiet way of living spoke volumes.
Thanks Grandma for teaching me so much. Thanks for always being there. More than anything, thank you for being more than a Grandma and for playing such an important role in shaping me into the person I am today. I love you!
Her family was everything to her.
She was always ready for an adventure and loved going anywhere we would take her. This is from our family trip to Destin. Yes, six of us crammed into Luke's car. Fun times!
"Her children rise up and call her blessed."
Proverbs 31:28
