We all have something...

...some memory of Grandma Great that means more to us than others.  Something that when we see, hear, taste or smell it, we think of her.



...for Aubrey, it is a new box of crayons with their points still in tact.


I asked Aubrey if she wanted to say something at the cemetery service.  She said no, but she did have something she was working on.  She wanted to keep it a secret until we were all gathered together. 


...so when she hid out in the basement at the farm for several hours, I knew she was doing something important to her that would impact us all. 



At the end of the service, Aubrey asked to say something and then she explained that Grandma Great had always told her that as a child her older sister always got the new crayons and she got the left-overs, you know the ones that are broken, paper ripped, points long gone.


That's why Grandma bought herself a box of brand new crayons when she moved to Utah. Crayola crayons, with the pointiest points ever, and that box of crayons is still sitting on her shelf, the cellophane wrapping carefully guarding every Razzmatazz pink all the way to the brightest Blue Violet and Caribbean Green to  Electric Lime, even the Fuchsia and Fuzzy Wuzzy are still standing at attention with their wrappers still in tact. 

At the conclusion of mother's service, Aubrey brought out a wreath brightly colored with beautiful, pointy crayons glued to the yellow ribbon. 


...and she explained how she always thinks of Grandma when she sees a new box of crayons.

Yes...we all have something that reminds us of her and for Aubrey it's brand new crayons, for Lauren it's Monday nights and The Bachelor and who doesn't think of her when they taste fried chicken.


She may have left us to be with daddy, but there is still a lot of her right here with us...


...and that's another happy thought.